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Jane, disappointed that the baby's name remained a mystery, resolved to set out on a voyage of discovery. Accordingly, as soon as her cousin was gone, she asked Emily if she had not been saying that Ada wanted some more cotton for her sampler. 'Yes, said Emily, 'but I am not going to walk all the way to Mrs. Appleton's this afternoon. 'Shall I go? said Jane.
I'd like to find out where you were a-visitin'. And you've never heard tell of the Brice homestead, at Westbury, that was Colonel Wilton Brice's, who fought in the Revolution? I'm astonished at you, Mirandy. When I used to be at the Dales', in Mount Vernon Street, in thirty-seven, Mrs. Charles Atterbury Brice used to come there in her carriage, a-callin'. She was Appleton's mother. Severe!
A leap down the Grand Opera House steps and a lively run enabled him to catch the 'bus before it reached Columbia Avenue. He clambered up to the top and was soon being well shaken as he enjoyed the breeze and the changing view of the handsome residences on North Broad Street. Haslam's sharp eyes took note of Appleton's action.
Here's your transportation on Saturday's steamer." The editor shook Miss Appleton's hand warmly as she rose. "Good luck, Eliza! Remember, we won't balk, no matter how lively your stuff is. The hotter the better and that's what the magazines want, too. If I were you, I'd gum-shoe it. They're a rotten crowd and they might send you back if they got wise." "I think not," said Eliza, quietly.
Now get some sleep, for we have a hard trip. And by the way" the youth paused with a hand on the doorknob "don't go looking for Denny." Appleton's face hardened stubbornly. "I can't promise that, sir." "Oh yes you can! You must! Remember, you're working for me, and you're under orders. I can't have the expedition held up on your account."
Haslam, behind the pillar at the entrance to the theatre, overheard Appleton's direction to the driver. It was: "To the Grand Opera House. Hurry! The opera will soon be over." The cab rumbled away. "It's well we heard his order," observed Haslam to Amy. "We couldn't have hoped to keep up with a cab. He'll probably wait at the Grand Opera House till we get there."
The principal part of the village was, however, at the foot of the hill, where the Court lane crossed the road, led to the old church, the school, and parsonage, in its little garden, shut in by thick yew hedges. Beyond was the blacksmith's shop, more cottages, and Mrs. Appleton's wondrous village warehouse; and the lane, after passing by the handsome old farmhouse of Mr. Harrington, Mr.
"Owld man Appleton's over to Creighton, eighty moiles wesht av here, sooperintindin' a new camp on Blood River, wan hundred an' tin moiles above Moncrossen's. Fallon's wid um, an' Shtromberg, an' a lot more av th' good min that's toired av worrkin' undher Moncrossen." "He is not bossing the camp himself!" exclaimed Bill. "No, but he's got to kape an eye on't.
The proportion of successful men in the professions is difficult to obtain, but if a wide reputation be regarded as the criterion of success, the college-bred men take the lead. President Thwing has carefully estimated that, of the 15,142 most conspicuous persons of our American history, whose record is sketched in "Appleton's Cyclopædia of American Biography," 5,326 are college men.
I'd like to find out where you were a-visitin'. And you've never heard tell of the Brice homestead, at Westbury, that was Colonel Wilton Brice's, who fought in the Revolution? I'm astonished at you, Mirandy. When I used to be at the Dales', in Mount Vernon Street, in thirty-seven, Mrs. Charles Atterbury Brice used to come there in her carriage, a-callin'. She was Appleton's mother. Severe!
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