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Still Tattine succeeded in making her way across the lawn back to the door, although she had four puppies in tow and was almost weak from laughing. She knew perfectly well what a funny picture she must make, with the wrapper that was so much too large for her, only kept in place by the big puff sleeves: and with the puppies pulling away for dear life, it the train.
I went to the window; the office-boy was lying flat on the lawn, feeding the goldfish in the fountain. This proved beyond a doubt that my uncle was not in. I went downstairs to the kitchen. "Well, Madeleine, has he gone out?" "He went at six o'clock, Monsieur Fabien." "Why didn't you wake me?" "How could I guess? Never, never does he go out before breakfast.
But Verena said "Hush!" and clasped Briar's little hand as it lay on her arm. They entered the house and proceeded to the pleasant schoolroom. "It is now four o'clock," said Miss Tredgold. "At five tea is served. As the evening is so fine, I have ordered it to be laid under the cedar-tree on the lawn. For the next hour I expect close attention to lessons.
The broad stone terrace connecting the towers, and fronting the main building was connected with a velvet lawn by a forest of hot-house plants, that clung around the stone parapet in a sumptuous garland of vines and flowers, that shed a soft and delicious fragrance over everything in and around the building.
"He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, He kissed her three times o'er, A wondrous change came in a trice, And she was foul no more. "Her cheeks grew red as any rose, Her brow as white as lawn, Her bosom like the winter snows, Her eyes like those of fawn. "Her breath grew sweet as summer breeze That blows the meadows o'er; Her voice grew soft as rustling trees, And cracked and harsh no more.
A few minutes' swift rush through the air, and the car pulled up before a queer, old-fashioned dwelling house in the middle of the village. A smart maid-servant came hurrying out to assist her mistress. Borrowdean was ushered into a long, low drawing-room, with open windows leading out on to a trim lawn. Beyond was a walled garden bordering the churchyard. Mrs.
I cannot forget how kind she was when I had bronchitis; and ingratitude is a dreadful vice. But it is quite true. 'It is not a bear, said Oswald; and we all went on, still on tiptoe, round a twisty path and on to a lawn, and there was Noel.
For, on the insufficient stretch of lawn between that house and my own, the four rivals sang serenades. "She sleeps my lady sleeps," they sang, with a volume that seemed bound to insure their inaccuracy as to the lady, and which assuredly left them in the wrong as to her mother's attorney if their song meant in the least to report conditions at large.
"She ought to have it turned on her!" said Cousin Jack, looking at the little fury, now dancing up and down in her angry rage. "But, I don't want anything more to do with you, miss. Go home at once, and tell your mother all that has happened." Glad to get away without further reprimand, Hester, her wrath spent now, walked slowly across the lawn and out of the gate. "She's a terror!"
There was clearly another person above me there was a person on the tower; but the presence on the lawn was not in the least what I had conceived and had confidently hurried to meet. The presence on the lawn I felt sick as I made it out was poor little Miles himself. It was not till late next day that I spoke to Mrs.
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