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I believe it is morally wrong to spend on myself money which I have not earned; consequently I can spend only what I conceive to be a reasonable return for my services. Meanwhile, my wealth keeps rolling up." "It's a knotty problem," said Phyllis. "I think there is only one solution." "And that is? "Marry a woman who is a good spender."
I must show this to Uncle and Aunt. I am afraid they won't wish me to keep it. But I don't know how we are ever going to return it to the giver when he or she is anonymous." "Isn't that Miss Jenny Ann calling?" Madge turned pale with the excitement of the coming hour and thrust the gift under her pillow. Phyllis picked up a great bunch of red roses. The eventful moment had arrived.
You must remember, dear, that although it was wonderful for you to find Janet, it was just as wonderful for her to find you. I think it was even more wonderful perhaps, for she was very lonely and you never were. Don't worry about her not liking her room or the city. Just love her and her happiness will take care of itself." Phyllis jumped up and kissed her aunt.
"We could have had a four." "But she is at present wasting her sweetness on the desert air of Yeovil. You had better sit down and watch us, Phyllis. Tennis in this sort of weather is no job for the delicately-nurtured feminine. I will explain the finer points of my play as we go on. Look out particularly for the Tilden Back-Handed Slosh. A winner every time." We proceeded to the tennis court.
I have his whole outfit in the house tent, camp things and all. He is at the war himself." "Oh, Barry, look at the dear thing. What does it make you think of?" She glanced at Barry's face and added quickly, "Oh, I know. Forgive me. I'm a fool!" "Come along, Phyllis," said Barry, drawing her away with him. "I want to talk to you." "We shall take lunch in half an hour, Barry," called Mr.
My sister Polly is perfectly devoted to him; but we don't go to his church, except now and then, because my eldest sister is just one of those very old-fashioned people, you know, who want everything horrid and dull." "That is hardly what our cousins think of Miss Prescott," said Phyllis. "I am so sorry for her anxiety! But I was not sure of the name of her place." "The Goyle!
"We can't thank you enough," declared Phyllis, a little overcome by so much grandeur. Tom was standing in a far corner of the room. "I would like to suggest that I be allowed to come into this," he demanded firmly. "You, Tom?" teased Madge. "You're merely the audience." Tom took four small square boxes out of his pocket. "Don't you be too sure, Miss Madge Morton.
It never occurred to her to expect any one to do what, in his place, she would not have done; and all that she would have done was so simple and straightforward, that scheming of every sort was an impossible idea, until suggested by some one else. She was consequently much surprised when Perrote said one evening "Phyllis, I could find in mine heart to wish thy cousin had tarried hence."
"Because I had promised to let you forget," she replied. There was a softness in her voice which he had not noted in those bygone days; she seemed more resigned and yet more poised; the strange wizardry of suffering had worked new wonders in her soul. Suddenly, as he looked upon her, he became aware of a new quality in Phyllis Bruce the quality of gentleness.
Phyllis's blue eyes contracted, and her lip curled. "Please send her out of the room, Miss Davis," she said. "Hetty, I am sorry for this," said Miss Davis, "I could not have believed you would speak so rudely." "You have not heard the story, Miss Davis." "I have heard you put yourself very much in the wrong. Phyllis would not tell an untruth of you, I am sure."
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