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Be so good as to see about her clothes immediately." Dr. Hartwell drew on his gloves and left the room. His sister followed him to the door, where his buggy awaited him. "Guy, did you determine about that little affair for Pauline? She has so set her heart on it." "Oh, do as you please, May; only I am " "Stop, Uncle Guy! Wait a minute. May I have a birthday party?
They aren't worth mentioning. It's the other kind the kind that flutters at the least noise and jumps at the least bang! And I don't believe any of you mind noises and bangs," she finished merrily, as she handed her hat and coat to Mrs. Hartwell, who was waiting to receive them. Bertram laughed. Cyril scowled, and occupied himself in finding a chair.
After a while the suits against the Prince came to an end, and he could quit Holyrood, his debtor's prison. Madame de Gontaut made a very good figure at Louis XVIII.'s little court at Hartwell. By her wit and her tact, she won the friendship of all the royal family, and much sympathy in high English society.
What do you mean, please?" "Worse than I thought it would be before you came. The idea of those five men taking a girl to bring up!" Billy sat very still. She was even holding her breath, though Mrs. Hartwell did not know that. "You mean that they did not want me?" she asked quietly, so quietly that Mrs. Hartwell did not realize the sudden tension behind the words. For that matter, Mrs.
There was a loud clattering of arms, mingled with shouts of "We surrender; don't fire, sir, don't fire." "It's all over," the captain said grimly. "Mr. Hartwell, march your men forward, shoot any scoundrel instantly whom you find with arms in his hands, collect all the weapons and bring them aft.
"All I know," smiled Dick cordially, "is that you are all heartily welcome. Can we stir up a fire and broil some fish?" "Don't think of it, thank you," begged Hartwell. "We've had our suppers -dinners, the hotel folks insist on calling 'em. It's jolly enough for us to be allowed to join you and see the watermelon passing around." "Chug! chug! Puff! puff!" sounded the returning launch.
Hartwell shook the reins, and Mazeppa sprang down the road again. Beulah had remarked a great alteration in Mr. Lockhart's appearance; he was much paler, and bore traces of recent and severe illness. His genial manner and friendly words had interested her, and, looking up at her guardian, she said timidly: "Is he ill, sir?" "He has been, and is yet quite feeble. Do you like him?"
"But it's only right that one of our own crowd should do such work. Are you coming up with us, Hartwell?" "Why, yes," Bob answered, "if I can't be of any service to you here." Slowly the boys sauntered up through the walks. Then out on the porch came Manager Wright, waving a yellow envelope.
Across the lake sped the canoe, Dick & Co. fully aware that they were now traveling at a speed that had been impossible to them that same morning. "Stop paddling! Back water! Stop backing!" With deft movements of his own paddle, Dick swung the canoe in gently against the float. Out of the boathouse near by came Bob Hartwell. "I've been watching you fellows," he called.
"Perhaps you would like a nap, too, Mrs. Hartwell," suggested Billy, as they passed into the living-room. There was a curious note of almost hopefulness in her voice. Mrs. Hartwell scorned naps, and she said so very emphatically. She said something else, too. "Billy, why do you always call me 'Mrs. Hartwell' in that stiff, formal fashion? You used to call me 'Aunt Kate."
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