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Where did you come from? I haven't seen you since I got back," said he. "I've been so busy that I haven't had time to call before," replied Jenny. "I know what you've been smiling about, Peter, and it's perfectly splendid. Has everybody heard the news?" "No," said Peter, "nobody knows it but you, and I don't want anybody else to know it just yet. Will you keep it a secret, Jenny Wren?"
When Miss Jenny had slipped up stairs to replace a collar that stood somewhat suspiciously awry, Mr. McClosky drew Ridgeway solemnly aside. He held a large theatre poster in one hand, and an open newspaper in the other. "I allus said," he remarked slowly, with the air of merely renewing a suspended conversation, "I allus said that riding three horses to onct wasn't exactly in her line.
I like my own grandpapa's stories best of all." "Thank you, my dear. After that I must be very entertaining. Yes, I'll tell my best story of all and Jimmy has never heard it. Well, when I was a young fellow of seventeen I was clerk in a lumber shanty on the Sheboiobonzhe-gunpashageshickawigamog River." "How did you ever learn that name, grandpapa, darling?" cried Jenny.
Mary Rose stopped paring potatoes for supper to look at her aunt with admiration. "It would be like living inside an organ, wouldn't it. I think it would be perfectly lovely." When Mary Rose went up to Mrs. Bracken's the next morning she took Jenny Lind with her and placed the cage on the kitchen table. "I can't bear to be alone," she had explained to Aunt Kate.
His manners charmed Jenny exceedingly. Whenever he spoke to either of the ladies, he always lifted his plumed hat for a moment. Even her model gentleman, Robin Featherstone, had never treated her with that courtesy. Jenny was still further enchanted when she heard Mrs Lane say to him, "My Lord."
To have read "The House of Life!" to have seen the "Venus Verticordia"! Ah! that was life! And Isabel had actually been to Mr. G.F. Watts's studio walked about there a whole afternoon. The young New Zioners looked at her. "O Theophil, we must go to London," cried Jenny. She meant when they were married.
It was evidently a family joke. "We don't gossip, do we, Jenny?" "We don't gossip! But we keep our eyes open and tell what we see." It was a pleasant, human sort of atmosphere. After the meal the two friends went back to Isabelle's couch and fire, Mrs. Short offering to put the youngest child to bed for Margaret. "She likes to," Margaret explained.
He asked a question, which seemed far from the point, but none the less indicated a coming change of attitude. At any rate Jenny so regarded it. "What d'you think of her?" "I think she's a woman of naturally fine character. She has brains and plenty of sense and if she had not loved you unspeakably and been very emotional, I do not think this could have happened to her."
She tried to fly yet a little farther, in vain; her tired pinions fluttered for a while, then down she sank, slowly, slowly, on to the calm bosom of a rippling stream that was flowing on over its pebbly sands with soothing melody. 'Jenny, Jenny, my own love, where are you? I have sought you so long, my darling, she heard the well-known voice exclaiming.
"Yes, I'm Jenny Long," she answered. "What have you done? What are they after you for?" "Oh! to-morrow," he answered "to-morrow I got to git to Bindon. It's life or death. I come from prospecting two hundred miles up North. I done it in two days and a half. My horse dropped dead I'm near dead myself.
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