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I guess I'll call you Marsh, now." "Yes, and it's up to you to explain. I shall wire you before you do so. If my wife should decide that she does not want me, I am not coming back. If she decides she will forgive me, I will telegraph you and you can let it out casually." "I will be glad to do so," answered Red. "Is Jack going to tell Ted?" "Yes, that's the plan." "The boy will be glad.
I'm not going home to Colorado. It's too far. I was thinking of going to Boston with Ted Talbot, but I'd a good sight rather go batting with you, Bobbie, old man. It was fine of your mother to ask me. Where is the place?" "Our farm? It's in Allenville, New Hampshire, near Mount Monadnock.
Ted had applied his own screws and kept at his uncongenial task with such grim determination that it almost alarmed his family, so contrary was his conduct to his usual light-hearted shedding of all obligations which he could, by hook or crook, evade. Among other things to be noted with relief the doctor counted the fact that there were no more letters from Florence.
And in case I have more land than is needed for this purpose, the extra area can be used for a park which will be an ornament to the spot rather than an eyesore. Therefore, take it altogether, I consider that freshet a capital thing." He glanced at Ted who chanced to be standing near by. "I suppose you, my lad, do not entirely agree with me," added he, a twinkle gleaming beneath his shaggy brows.
Nothing would do, but that Master Ted went off that instant to tell Jimmy Fox the news, and though Christie warned him that her uncle had very different ideas for her, he said, truly enough, that in these cases it was the woman's view of a husband and not her uncle's that ought to count. But Jimmy very soon showed he wasn't going to take Ted, and had no manner of use for him.
With which conclusion Ted shot down the bank whistling softly the old Holiday Hill call, the one Dick had used that day on the campus to summon himself to the news that maybe Larry was killed. Larry did not turn. Ted reached the shore with one stride. "Larry," he called. "I say, Larry." No answer.
I am Lord Frederic Hardy, of Dublin, better known there as Ted Hardy, of Hardy Manor, and I am out on a spree, running myself, independent of tutors and guardians, and all that sort of thing; bores I consider the whole lot of them, though my guardian, fortunately, is the best-natured and most liberal old cove in the world, and gives me mostly all I want.
You could not, she felt, make Hamlet's inky cloak out of dyed cotton. But he would serve as audience. "I'm growing very tired of good society," talking rapidly as usual. "Now, you always enjoyed a dead level, Pliny." "Yes. There's no Bohemian blood in my veins. I was designed for respectability." "So? I mean Ted shall be respectable," with sudden earnestness. "He is in a Presbyterian college.
"Sure, Dugald, you're the same careless fellow still," cried Mrs Gilmour, as soon as she was able to get out a word. "As me poor dear Ted used to say, you're an Irishman to the backbone. Sure you never open your mouth but you put your foot in it!"
All the while Verona and Kenneth Escott held long inquiries into epistemology; Ted was a disgraced rebel; and Tinka, aged eleven, was demanding that she be allowed to go to the movies thrice a week, "like all the girls." Babbitt raged, "I'm sick of it! Having to carry three generations. Whole damn bunch lean on me.
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