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Susan Merrill tried to do that, and failed signally, for Miss Sally's nose was not easily dislodged. Susan fought more than one of Cynthia's battles. As a matter of fact, Cynthia did not know that she had been affronted until that evening.
"Couldn't you find a room down in the village somewhere, at Mrs. Merrill's perhaps?" suggested the clerk. "But Mrs. Merrill isn't here this spring." In spite of its quiver the voice was very sweet. "No," she started to turn away, "I'll have to put it off again, I suppose. I've looked everywhere." She took a step or two, hesitated, then returned to the desk.
According to Merrill, on March 26, 1879, the sick and sorry settlers went into the Huachuca Mountains to summer, but, "the wind blew so much that we moved back to the river, near where Hereford now is, rented some land and put in some crops." This location is just about where the members of the Mormon Battalion, in 1846, had their memorable fight with the wild bulls.
In the place of the gay talk-fests that filled their evenings, they began to hold long pessimistic discussions about their future on the island in case rescue were indefinitely delayed. Taciturn periods fell upon them. Frank Merrill showed only a slight seriousness. Billy Fairfax, however, wore a look permanently sobered.
If the truth be told, she had argued it all out before, when she had wondered whether he would come. Mrs. Merrill, she thought, would not object to his coming. But there was the question she had meant to ask him. "Bob," she said, turning to him, "Bob, would your father want you to come?" It was growing dark, and she could scarcely see his face.
Just then, when the little girls were getting tired of bending over so long and trying to do something that didn't work, the noon whistles began to blow, and, a minute later, Mr. Merrill came riding by in his car. "Do you know where I could find two little girls to ride around to the garage with me?" he asked as he pulled up by the curbing.
At length he got up and stood before the fire, his thoughts still above the clouds, and it was thus that Mr. Merrill found him when he entered. "Good evening," said that gentleman, genially, not knowing in the least who Bob was, but prepossessed in his favor by the way he came forward and shook his hand and looked him clearly in the eye. "I'm Robert Worthington, Mr. Merrill" said he. "Eh!" Mr.
"Was it not yesterday that thee declared Hero was stolen, only to find that he had followed Winifred Merrill home? And on Sunday, thee was sure he had been killed, because he did not appear the first time thee called," responded Aunt Deborah reprovingly.
Merrill had another talk with her husband, which lasted far into the night. This talk was about Cynthia alone, and the sorrow which threatened her. These good people knew that it would be no light thing to break the faith of such as she, and they made her troubles their own. Cynthia little guessed as she exchanged raillery with Mr.
I felt something hot and sudden on the lobe of one ear just as I dove beneath the bushes that draped the upper wall, and I had an almost immediate sensation of its becoming hard and pear-shaped. I peered out presently to see what had become of Luther Merrill.
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