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Kelcey by going to a cupboard and bringing out a final treat unsuspected by her. A great basket of fruit, oranges and bananas and grapes, flanked by a big bowl of nuts cunningly set with clusters of raisins, made them all exclaim. Happily, they had reached the exclaiming stage, no longer afraid of their host or of one another. "It's reckless with his money he is, Patsy," whispered Mrs.
When friends of Shakespeare finally protested in the name of humanity, the strenuous Douglas accepted an engagement with Herbert Kelcey and Effie Shannon in "Her Lord and Master." Five months went by before the two stars broke under the strain, and by that time news had come to Mr. Fairbanks that Wall Street was Easy Money's other name.
He says to me, he says, 'Missus Kelcey, do jist as ye think best." Together the two had achieved a triumph, and the table now stood forth glowingly ready for its sixteen guests, from the splendid bunch of scarlet geraniums in an immense pink and blue bowl with an Indian's head on one side, to the sixteen chairs, no two exactly alike, which had been obtained from half as many houses.
Brainard himself, with his splendid head and erect carriage, was always an imposing personage; he had never seemed more so than now, with the face of Patrick Kelcey, Andrew Murdison, and James Benson, the little watchmaker, in the background of Brown's mind with which to contrast it. Beyond Mrs.
Sitting carelessly on his pine-bottomed chair it was one from the Kelcey house one hand in his pocket, his heavy hair tossed back and his lips smiling, Brown's splendid tones rang through the room and held his listeners enthralled. Never had they heard singing like that.
Kelcey that as soon as the last guest had arrived the company should sit down at the table. Mrs. Kelcey, true to her word, gave him the nod without the delay of more than a minute or two, and promptly the company seated itself. Brown, drawing back her chair for Mrs.
"Is it the toothache, Misther Brown?" inquired an eagerly pitiful voice. "Or warse?" Mrs. Kelcey came in, her shawl covering her unbound hair his next-door neighbour and little Norah's mother. Her face was full of astonishment at sight of Brown in his bathgown and the baby in his arms. "I'm mighty glad to see you," Brown assured her. "I don't know what to do with him, poor little fellow.
This was an after-dinner party, partaking of the 'lavin's," Brown explained. "The real one was over an hour before." "Do tell us about it. Did you enjoy it? Won't you describe your guests?" Mrs. Brainard spoke eagerly. "With pleasure. The Kelceys are my next-door neighbours on the left. Mrs. Kelcey is pure gold in the rough.
"You look like what you are, a big jewel of a fellow, as my friend Mrs. Kelcey would say. To tell the truth, you all seem like jewels to me to-night and such polished ones you dazzle my eyes. Hugh, I'd forgotten what a well-cut coat looked like. I remember now." "You seem pretty well dressed yourself," remarked Atchison, peering up into the shadow. "According to Mrs.
Isn't it, Baby?" "You act as if you had half a dozen of your own. What in the world do you know about babies?" "Enough to puff me up with pride. Mrs. Murdison, my right-hand neighbour, is the mother of five; Mrs. Kelcey, on my left, has six and two of them are twins. One twin was desperately ill a while ago. I became well acquainted with it and with the other five." "Don!"
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