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All that way to supper!" said the young man. "Well, come on, then we got to make a dent in this." "Oh, are you sure are you sure that this is the right mountain?" Maria Angelina begged of him. "Don't I know Baldy?" he retorted. "We're just on another side of it from the others, I told you. Come on, Ri-Ri we'll soon smell the coffee boiling." She wished he had not mentioned coffee.
I recall a certain Italian girl who came every Saturday evening to a cooking class in the same building in which her mother spun in the Labor Museum exhibit; and yet Angelina always left her mother at the front door while she herself went around to a side door because she did not wish to be too closely identified in the eyes of the rest of the cooking class with an Italian woman who wore a kerchief over her head, uncouth boots, and short petticoats.
"I am in no want of food," cried she, rising: "happy they who have no conception of any but corporeal sufferings. Farewell, madam! may the sensibility, of which your countenance is so strongly expressive, never be a source of misery to you!" and with that depth of sigh which suited the close of such a speech, Angelina withdrew.
"Angelina is so wrathy that I think it will be unsafe to trust the pen in her hands to reply to thy two last good long letters. As I feel nothing but gratitude for the kindness which I am sure dictated them, I shall endeavor to answer them, and, as far as possible, allay thy uneasiness as to the course we are pursuing."
Holloway was expected, and at which her daughter, Miss Angelina Holloway, was engaged to perform. Mr. Supine's judicious applause of this young lady's execution was one of his greatest recommendations to the whole family, at least to the female part of it; he could not, therefore, decline an invitation to this concert.
Oh, Miss Angelina! He is like the Christ-Child himself!" "Call me Aunt Angelina," said Miss Terry with a quick breath. "Aunt Angelina," cried the child, throwing her arms about Miss Terry's neck. Tom came and put his great furry coat-sleeves about them both. "And Uncle Tom," he said. "Dear Uncle Tom!" whispered the child shyly. There were tears in the eyes of all three.
Angelina had scarcely time to believe or disbelieve what she heard, before the maid returned, with "Mam, Mizz Hodges haz hur best love to you, mizz and please to walk up There be two steps; please to have a care, or you'll break your neck."
Maria Angelina was eavesdropping. Not upon her sister Lucia and Paolo Tosti whom she had been assigned to chaperon by reading a book to herself in the adjoining room no, they were safely busy with piano and violin, and she was heartily bored, anyway, with their inanities. Voices from another direction had pricked her to alertness.
Oh, don't talk to me of knocking folks up," cried Angelina, springing out of the carriage "stay with your horses, man, I beseech you. You shall be summoned when you are wanted I choose to walk up to the cottage alone." "As you please, miss," said the postilion; "only hur had better take care of the dogs."
When the work was at last finished, and some friends were invited to tea, and afterwards repaired to the newly-decorated apartment, Angelina did not accompany them, but remained below, reading alone, much disturbed during the evening by the talking and laughing up stairs.
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