United States or Indonesia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
We can all stand any joys that come along, but we'd all like to have the choosen' of our troubles," replied Mrs. Penticost non-committally. "I certainly think children must be the nicest troubles one can choose," remarked Judith. "There's many a poor maid that's thought otherwise," responded Mrs. Penticost.
He is just your style." That meant the style of man who fell in love with her, now always younger than herself. "Got bad news, have 'ee, or is it good?" asked Mrs. Penticost, who could contain herself in silence no longer. She gave up the pretence of dusting and stood frankly looking at her lodger. "I I don't quite know how to take it, Mrs. Penticost," temporised Blanche.
"Ah!" interrupted Mrs. Penticost; "'tes as well 'twould be dull for 'ee alone wi'out Mr. Ruan able to come so much about the place, and I wouldn' have had en here with Miss Judy gone and you alone. You was rare taken up wi' he!" Blanche's vanity was too insatiable to spare Ishmael; she sighed pathetically. "Oh, Mrs.
"Have you thought over all the drawbacks?" "Such as ?" "My brothers ... even my son, who will have to come before any we may have.... I don't want any more bad blood over this heritage, Georgie! And I I'm a good many years older than you " "And terribly sot in your ways, as Mrs. Penticost says ..." murmured Georgie. "Ishmael, aren't you going to ...?"
A wide vast spacious roome it was, such as we would conceit prince Arthurs hall to be, where he feasted all his knightes of the round table together euerie penticost The floore was painted with y beautifullest floures that euer mans eie admired, which so lineally wer delineated, that he that viewd them a farre off, and had not directly stood poaringly ouer them, would haue sworne they had liued in deede.
"Yes, that's true; it will be all right if I can prevent it getting any worse. You never have any spots, you lucky baby. Just hand me the lotion ... and my dressing-gown ... thanks ever so." Blanche slipped on the wrapper, and going to the top of the little flight of stairs called down them: "Mrs. Penticost ... my bath-water, please!" No answer. "Mrs.
Penticost frankly; "but he'm like all men, naught but a cheild that cries for the moon, and a woman as has a heart would sooner see a man getten' what he wants, even when 'tes bad for 'en, than see him eaten' his soul away with longing. There's a deal of satisfaction in maken' our own unhappiness, and a man has that to console him."
Mrs. Penticost brought it in to her, between a red finger and thumb, rather steamy from washing-up, and busied herself about the room while her lodger read the closely-written pages. Mrs. Penticost was frankly curious, and if Blanche did not tell her what was in that letter she meant to find out by questioning her.
Menfolk are like children they'm a pack of worry, but the women can't get along happy wethout en." "Well, at least I haven't any children, Mother Penticost," said Judy, laughing. "Aren't married, are you, my dear? Mr. Ruan ded say 'Miss Parminter' to I when he came about the rooms." "No, I'm not married." "And why's that?" demanded the direct Mrs. Penticost.
Brooklyn Bridge is fine, and I half hoped to cross it and find out Dr. Penticost, but was finished up, and went home to rest. Then visitors came: Mrs. Gardener, daughter of Bishop Doane, of Albany, very nice; then we dined at the Belmont's. The house is gorgeous in embroidery, and pictures, and statues, and all in very good taste, and more comfortable than most of their fine houses.
Word Of The Day