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She would jerk at Adam's collar and cuff his ears for growling, then make off toward home. It was a walk of just a mile from the cottage to the High School. Lydia was very nervous about her first day at High School.
Major Talbot, passing through the hall, saw Miss Lydia's door open and stopped. "Any mail for us this morning, Lydia, dear?" he asked. Miss Lydia slid the letter beneath a fold of her dress. "The Mobile Chronicle came," she said promptly. "It's on the table in your study." So I went to a doctor. "How long has it been since you took any alcohol into your system?" he asked.
Lydia had only to watch for the favourable moment to get whatever she asked, and with Leonard he was especially generous. Martie knew that she could save, if she determined to do so. She imagined Rodney's voice: "Bringing more money in? You'll soon be rich at this rate, Martie!" A few days later Rodney Parker walked home from the village with Martie Monroe again.
Her acquirements were so odd, and her character so unreasonable, that Lydia, whose knowledge was unusually well organized, and who was eminently reasonable, concluded that she was a woman of genius. For Lydia knew the vanity of her own attainments, and believed herself to be merely a patient and well-taught plodder. Mrs.
"Then we all go home, for Thanksgivin' dinner is ready. Two long tables have been made into one, and one of the big tablecloths Gran'ma had when she set up housekeepin' is spread over 'em both. We all set round, Father, Mother, Aunt Lydia Holbrook, Uncle Jason, Mary, Helen, Tryphena Foster, Amos, and me. How big an' brown the turkey is, and how good it smells!
Lydia gave her head a triumphant little toss as she looked at her brother. "You are remarkably clever, my dear Gordon," she said; "but you are apt to make mistakes occasionally, in spite of your cleverness. What should you say if I were to tell you that Mr. Dale has this evening almost made me an offer of his hand?" "You don't mean to say so?" "I do mean to say so," answered Lydia, triumphantly.
If some proud monarchs by the fortune of war have fallen suddenly from as lofty an eminence as that of Croesus, it is certain that few have yielded with nobler submission than he to the decrees of fate. The fall of Sardis, B.C. 546, according to Grote, was followed by the submission of all the States that were dependent on Lydia.
"But see!" replied Lydia, "you have taken Alba for a Bostonian or a New Yorker, and you have made her pose so long that she is pale. She must have a change. Come with me, dear, I will show you the costume they have sent me from Paris, and which I shall wear this afternoon to the garden party at the English embassy."
Martie, pleasantly stirred, went back to the Library, to put her rose in water and congratulate herself upon her mission. "Poor Clifford! He will never get over his wife's death!" Lydia said that evening. "Where'd you meet him, Mart?" "I deposited some money in the Bank," Martie said truthfully. "He's awfully pleasant, I think." Lydia paid no further attention.
So she sped upstairs to Anne's room, and there Anne was actually brushing her hair and wearing precisely that look of evening peace Lydia had seen so many times. "I thought I'd go to bed early," she said, laying down the brush and gathering round her hair to braid it. "Why, Lyd!" It was a hot young messenger invading her calm.
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