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"I am always afraid that Louis will take cold in his chest this kind of weather. Oh, well, Monsieur des Hermies, here is the coffee. I appoint you to the task of serving it. At this hour of day my poor old limbs won't hold me up any longer. I must go lie down." "The fact is," sighed Des Hermies, when they had wished her good night, "the fact is that mama Carhaix is rapidly getting old.
And now, having said "Au revoir" to Monsieur and Madame, and fixed upon a day for their visit to the Foersthaus, she turned to Yvonne and took her hand. "Mademoiselle, I regret so much to hear that you are not quite strong. But when you come to Trauerbach, Mama and I will take such good care of you that you will not mind the fatigue."
Farron had suddenly detected a new burn in the hearth-rug. She bent over it. "This wood does snap so!" she murmured. The rug was a beautiful old Persian carpet of roses and urns. "Did you understand what I said, Mama?" "Yes, dear; that Mr. Wayne was going to China in two weeks and wanted you to go, too. Was it just a politesse, or does he actually imagine that you could?" "He thinks I can." Mrs.
And then, as she remembered sundry gossamer fabrics which were dignified by the title of party dresses, and which, with many tears, she had folded away as something she should never need in the country, she exclaimed aloud, "Why, can't I have a party here as well as at home? The house is a great deal larger than the long narrow thing on which mama prides herself so much.
'Which I refused, said Kate. 'Yes; and why? 'I told him, she said, in a trembling voice, 'all that I have since found you told mama; and while I could not conceal from him, and cannot from you, that that it was a pang and a great trial, I did so firmly, and begged him not to see me any more. 'That's my own brave Kate! said Nicholas, pressing her to his breast. 'I knew you would.
She promptly closed her eyes again, and gave a sleepy sigh. "Beatrice, did you refuse Sir Redmond again?" "M-m were you speaking mama?" Mrs. Lansell, endeavoring to keep her temper, repeated the question. Beatrice began to feel that she was an abused girl. She lifted herself to her elbow, and thumped the pillow spitefully. "Again? Dear me, mama! I've never refused him once!"
"Mama dear!" she cried, "mama dear!" and the tender emphasis on the endearing word completed the charm. Tears sprang to Mrs. Packard's eyes, and it was with difficulty that she passed the clinging child over to the nurse waiting to take her out. "That was the happiest moment of my life!" fell unconsciously from Mrs.
And a quart of oysters for Mama, and cake and cheese and jam and eggs- -tell me anything you think of, Aunt May, because he might as well do it thoroughly! "Mama and Regina are going to have oyster soup and toast because they are the invalids!" she announced cheerfully, coming back from the door a little later, "You like oysters, don't you, Mama?" "Oh, Julia, I like 'em SO much!" Mrs.
Accordingly, upon being informed of my desire, and learning from Mama Elisa that I was now well enough to receive a visitor, my host presented himself at my bedside that same evening, and expressed the very great pleasure he felt at finding me making such good progress toward recovery.
I, who thought I had only to open my mouth to be admired, and only needed a few finishing touches to make me perfect, to be told that I had "not the remotest idea how to sing"! Mama and I both gasped for breath, and I could have cried for disappointment as well as mortification. However, I felt he was right, and, strange to say, mama felt so too.
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