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Bond goes to his room, with puss sauntering after, and Mrs. Bates indulges herself in a cat-nap in her chair, while Pat is enjoying the moonlight walk to Mrs. Minturn's with Nannie. He is as happy as happy can be until they reach the house, and Mike Dugan confronts them with a gift for Nannie. It's all spoiled now!
Minturn's book is of a high order, and, altogether, we consider it a timely and important contribution to our stock of meritorious works." Boston Journal. Le Cabinet des Feés; or, Recreative Readings. Arranged for the Express Use of Students in French. By George S. Gerard, A.M., Prof, of French and Literature. 1 vol. 12mo. $1.
She was just before May Minturn's door she could not forget the house hadn't she sat on those steps with dear Winnie, and hadn't little May spoken kindly to her, and kissed baby, too? It recalled her sister to her so vividly that the tears would not be stayed, and she let them flow.
"And Katharine" and Miss Reynolds' face glowed with happiness "now the way is opened for me to do what I had decided I must do by the end of this year 'go work in His vineyard. I did not clearly see how I could do it, but I have tried to know that 'God is the source of all supply, and I left it there." Time seemed to fly after Mrs. Minturn's visit.
They had even extended to Minturn's too, although about that he said little yesterday. The estates up there adjoin, you know." Owen Minturn, I recalled, had gained a formidable reputation by his successful handling of cases from the lowest strata of society to the highest. Indeed it was a byword that his appearance in court indicated two things the guilt of the accused and a verdict of acquittal.
But I wasn't needed, for Miss Minturn's maid, who was an elderly woman, and pretty sharp set in her temper, was in the cook's galley superintending supper for her people, and after she got through I superintended some for myself. "After that I felt a good deal bolder, and I lighted a pipe and went on deck.
"I never saw anything so yellow as you in my life except Lady Minturn's wig. I believe you're dyed!" The note, written in a peculiarly dashing hand on thick mauve paper, was short: "Ma Fille," it ran, "good morning to you the first of many happy ones with us. Yellow Dog Papillon brings this to you. He is an angel dog, and loves you already, as does your Victor Joyselle, "Beau-Papa."
He went home feeling cross and uncomfortable, wishing that Ray were anybody in the world rather than Mr. Minturn's son, or anywhere else rather than at home. He was beginning to have such a nice time there; they were all so kind to him, and really seemed to like him. It was too bad to have it all spoiled. "I know what kind of a fellow he is," he muttered to himself; "he's like that Mr.
I ran down below, and I had scarcely reached the bottom of the steps when I met Miss Minturn's maid. 'It seems to me, she said, sharply, 'that the people on this ship are neglecting their duty. There's nobody in the kitchen, and I want some gruel. 'My good woman, said I, 'who do you want it for? 'Who! she replied; 'why, for Mr. Minturn, of course; and Miss Minturn may like some, too.
"I don't know for what," was the good-natured answer. "Why, Mr. Minturn's pink of a perfect and wonderful and altogether amazing son Ray has just got home from the University; saw him pass the store not an hour ago, leaning back in the carriage like a prince." "What's he?" asked Edward. "He's a prig; that's what he is." "What's a prig?" "Ho! you're a greeney, if you don't know what a prig is.
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