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So they were going to remain and be present at it, and Grandpa was going to send for his best coat to wear. Willy looked so radiant that they all laughed, and uncle Frank said he was going to keep him always, and let him help him in the store. Before they started off to buy the horse, uncle Frank telegraphed to Ashbury about the coat; he also mentioned Willy's shoes.
A telephone message has just come while you've been gone. Lucy " "Yes, yes," interrupted Martin breathlessly. "There's been an accident to the Boston train, an' they telephoned from the hospital at Ashbury that she'd been hurt. They wanted I should come down there!" She saw Martin reel and put out his hand. "Martin!" she cried, rushing to his side. "Is she much hurt?
"Dad has been making arrangements for us at the hotel there, and he calls it a fine summer place. We know some people who are stopping there now, so we are going to have a pleasant little time of it, I expect. When do you reach Ashbury, Dick?" "To-night," Prescott answered. "Mother," Laura went on, "aren't you going to invite the boys to luncheon at the hotel tomorrow?"
Mazzini for pages, but I started to speak of Dante. I like the Italians and I like the Latin quarter where they live. I like it better than Ashbury Heights for instance. I like the way the Italians use their windows to look out of and to lean out of, and I like the way they have socialized the sidewalk.
It's all a matter of taste, and I wouldn't criticize the people of Ashbury Heights simply because they use their well-curtained windows only to admit the light, and do not lean out and gossip with their neighbors and yell to their children, "Mahree, Mahree," nor sit out on their steps in the evening and play Rigoletto on the accordion. It's all a matter of taste.
But upon everyone, upon the just and unjust, this San Francisco fog lays its gentle hand lovingly and with an ineffable kindness. A Block on Ashbury Heights Sometimes in the afternoons when the mothers are out shopping and the youngsters have not yet returned from school our block looks so deserted and wind-swept and dull. The houses are so much alike.
"I take it all back. I agree that the appearances are all against me. But I didn't know that you young scions of Gridley were on the road. I was driving fast in order to bring the ladies to Ashbury in time for luncheon. And now, they won't get it." "Small loss to them, and great gain to us," smiled Dick.
At the Reformation the roods were destroyed and many screens with them, but many of the latter were retained, and although through neglect or wanton destruction they have ever since been disappearing, yet hundreds still exist. Their number is, however, sadly decreased. In Cheshire "restoration" has removed nearly all examples, except Ashbury, Mobberley, Malpas, and a few others.
Even the place where this battle was fought, notwithstanding what we have said about the derivation of Aston from Æscesdune, is not absolutely certain. There is in the same vicinity another town, called Ashbury, which claims the honor.
"The car ought to be ready to run again in fifteen minutes," Tom answered truthfully. "And we can make Ashbury in another fifteen minutes," Laura's father continued. "So we won't rob the pantry of Dick & Co. to-day." Dick and three of his chums conducted Mrs. Bentley and the five high school girls in under the trees.
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