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Besides, five pounds is a large sum of money, and if Jellicoe owed it, there was nothing strange in Mr. Barley's doing everything he could to recover it. He wondered a little what Jellicoe could have been doing to run up a bill as big as that, but it did not occur to him to ask, which was unfortunate, as it might have saved him a good deal of inconvenience.
For the beam across the parlor ceiling at Mill Pond Bank had then ceased to tremble under old Bill Barley's growls and was at peace, and Herbert had gone away to marry Clara, and I was left in sole charge of the Eastern Branch until he brought her back.
Anderson dismounted and, throwing his bridle, he sat down heavily beside her. "You can ride back home," he said. Lenore knew she had been reproved for her wandering out there, and she made a motion to rise. His big hand held her down. "No hurry, now I'm here. Grand day, ain't it? An' I see the barley's goin'. Them sacks look good to me." Lenore waited with some perturbation.
Bees droned in the wild buckwheat, and powdered themselves with the yellow of the mustard, and now and then the clear, staccato voice of the meadow-lark broke into the drowsy quiet a swift little dagger of sound. "The barley's headin' out fast." Parker raised his voice above the rattle of the wagon. "I wished now I'd 'a' put in that piece of Harrington's."
Coming to himself a little, he thought there might have been some mistake about the items, would like to have Miss barley's bill returned, would make it all right, had no idee that Squire Venner had a special int'rest in Miss barley, was sorry he had given offence, if he might take that bill and look it over "No. Mr. Peckham," said Mr.
Granp and granny did not hold out very long against Miss Grace Barley's plan, and in a short time all arrangements were made, and it was settled that Jessie was to go to Miss Barley's pretty house by the green every morning at ten, and to leave it at twelve, so that she might meet her grandfather as he went home to his dinner.
Running risks is all very well when they are necessary, or if one chooses to run them for one's own amusement, but to be placed in a dangerous position, a position imperiling one's chance of going to the 'Varsity, is another matter altogether. But it is impossible to abuse the Barley type of man. Barley's enjoyment of the whole thing was so honest and childlike.
When, though, she came to her little shelf of books, to a box Miss Grace had given her, a work-basket her grandfather and grandmother had bought her on her birthday, and a picture which had been Miss Barley's present, she stayed her hand. She would not take any of her treasures to be knocked about perhaps in a busy lodging-house.
You see, their property may not have been worth sending for." I began to see the drift of Mr. Barley's questioning. "You knew these men?" he asked. "Yes; at the time." "And you have no recollection of Osmund Maiden? He would have been a young man of about twenty handsome and spirited, well educated." "I have told you before, sir," replied the factor, "that the name is strange to me.
Mike, as he reflected that he had been dragged out of his house in the middle of the night, in contravention of all school rules and discipline, simply in order to satisfy Mr. Barley's sense of humour, was more inclined to be abusive than mirthful.
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