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He really did have a pretty hard pull; and what with the heat and the flies, I dare say he would take it with more equanimity after sundown, since Mrs. Argenter is so very kind." And so they stayed; and Mrs. Argenter laid another little brick in her "House that Jack built."
And Sylvie sprang to her feet, hearing the quick, excited words, and leaving Rodney Sherrett standing there, rushed up into the dressing-room. This was the way the same sort of news came to Sylvie Argenter as had come to the baker's daughter. Did it really make any difference the different surrounding of the two?
"I think it's real nice to have only two or three things, and to 'clean yourself up, and to have a 'Sunday out!" she said. Mrs. Argenter was anxiously alarmed at the child's low tastes. Yet these were very practicably compatible with the alternations of importance in being driven about in her father's barouche, taking Aggie Townsend up on the road, and "setting her down at the small gray house."
But the diplomacy had been this: "There is one thing, Argie, I should really like Sylvie to have. It is getting to be almost a necessity, living out of town as we do." Mr. Argenter's other names were "Increase Muchmore;" but his wife passed over all that, and called him in the grace of conjugal intimacy, "Argie." Increase Muchmore Argenter.
Argenter, hearing the bell, and the movement of an arrival, and not being herself summoned in consequence, rung in her own room for the maid, and received for answer to her inquiry, "Miss Sherrett and young Mr.
I called first, you see! And besides," she added, loving the whole truth, "I told them the other morning I should like them to come." "I don't suppose it makes any difference," Mrs. Argenter answered, listlessly, turning her head away upon the sofa cushion.
"See if it isn't as nice as theirs, I think it is fresher. Here is a tiny little pickle-fork, to eat with." Mrs. Argenter took the offered dainty. "You are a dear child," she said. "Come and eat some too." "O, I ate as I went along. Now, I'll read to you." And she took up "Blindpits," which her mother had laid down. "If it only wouldn't storm so," said Mrs. Argenter. "Mrs.
Just as Sylvie Argenter drew up her pony at the baker's door, Rod Sherrett came spinning round the corner in grand style.
"To MRS. I. M. ARGENTER, Dorbury, Mass. "Mr. Argenter has had a sunstroke. Insensible. Very serious. Will telegraph again. Sylvie's eyes, so roundly innocent, so star-like in their usual bright uplifting, were raised now with a wide terror in them, first to Rodney, then to Amy; and "O O!" broke in short, subdued gasps from her lips. Then they heard Mrs. Argenter's step up-stairs.
Froke's, was to be Sylvie's; and this had a further communication directly with the kitchen, which would be just the thing for Sylvie's quiet flittings to and fro in the fulfillment of her gladly undertaken duties. All Mrs. Argenter knew about it was that she should be able to have her hot water promptly in the mornings, without being intruded upon.
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