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"Oh, Joey, do show us!" cried Phronsie, getting up to kneel on the patched bedquilt, to look over his arm. "You may take one peek," decided Joel, suddenly, bringing his eyes away from the mouth of the bag to gaze at them. "Grandma must have the first one; then you must guess what it is." "I guess it's doughnuts," said little Davie, "'cause you've been to Mrs. Beebe's, and besides, I smell 'em."
In most respects I am not a bit the wife he should have, but I hope I am of some use in his practical affairs and that at last I can keep him from being imposed upon. I try. For instance, on the steamer his cap blew overboard. I wish you could have seen the cap the ship's steward sold him. The thing he bought at Ras Beebe's store was stylish and subdued compared to it.
Beebe's hand, thought not, and her glances wandered all up and down in delight, to bring her eyes at last up to Polly's brown ones, when her little face broke into a happy smile. Ab'm was so intent on choosing which of the pink and white sticks he should pick for, that he could think of nothing else, so Mrs. Beebe got them all seated without any further trouble. Old Mr.
Even their church, built upon the slope of the hill so artfully, with its beautiful raised transept and its spire of silvery shingle even their church had lost its charm; and the thing one never talked about religion was fading like all the other things. She followed the maid into the Rectory. Would she object to sitting in Mr. Beebe's study? There was only that one fire. She would not object.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Ben, "it isn't anywhere near Mr. Beebe's shop. It's ever so far off. And a barn, I guess, 'cause it burns like hay." "I hope there aren't any horses in it," sighed Polly, with a shiver, sitting down on the doorstone, and holding Phronsie very closely in her arms. "Wherever it is, you ought to go and help, Ben," said his mother.
"Hoh, hoh!" laughed Ab'm, suddenly finding his tongue, "your shoes ain't never goin' to wear out! Ma, did you hear her?" Phronsie started and hid her face on Mr. Beebe's fat shoulder. Polly hurried to her side. "Be still!" cried his mother; "hain't you no manners, an' they're company? Ab'm Bennett, I'm ashamed of ye." With that she leaned over and gave him a box on the ear.
Beebe's funny way, when you never quite know what he means. He said: 'Mr. Vyse is an ideal bachelor. I was very cute, I asked him what he meant. He said 'Oh, he's like me better detached. I couldn't make him say any more, but it set me thinking. Since Cecil has come after Lucy he hasn't been so pleasant, at least I can't explain." "You never can, dear. But I can.
The original ghost that touch of lips on her cheek had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed her on a mountain once. But it had begotten a spectral family Mr. Harris, Miss Bartlett's letter, Mr. Beebe's memories of violets and one or other of these was bound to haunt her before Cecil's very eyes.
Then, after a long silence, with a thoughtful earnestness that Rainbow would scarce have credited, he quoted a verse from what he was wont to call Billy Beebe's Bible: "One Moment in Annihilation's waste, One Moment of the Well of Life to taste The Stars are setting, and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing. Oh, make haste!"
"Oh, Ben!" exclaimed Polly, with clasped hands, as they all stood in front of the little brown house, breathlessly watching, "it must be Parson Henderson's." "No," said Ben, "that isn't the right direction." "It's nice Mrs. Beebe's, I know," said Joel, racing around excitedly. "And now it will burn up all those boots and shoes," which, luckily, Phronsie didn't hear.
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