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Updated: June 24, 2025
Isn't this news?" "News? I don't understand you," said Cecil. "News?" Mr. Beebe, whose news was of a very different nature, prattled forward. "I met Sir Harry Otway as I came up; I have every reason to hope that I am first in the field. He has bought Cissie and Albert from Mr. Flack!" "Has he indeed?" said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen!
"Haw, haw, haw!" roared Raish. "Look at him! Don't he look like a bullfrog under a lily pad? Eh? Don't he now? Haw, haw, haw!" Erastus Beebe joined in the laugh, but he shook his head. "I've had that cap in stock," he said, "since well, since George Cahoon's son used to come down drummin' for that Boston hat store, and he quit much as eight year ago, anyhow.
Beebe," she said presently, "and nice Mrs. Beebe, can I, Mamsie?" looking over at her. "To be sure," cried Mrs. Pepper, "you shall indeed, child." "Beebe-Beebe, and who is he, pray?" demanded Mr. King. "Oh! he keeps the shoe shop over in the Center," explained three or four voices, "and Phronsie's new shoes were bought there, you know."
Sit down, dear; you are too unselfish; you don't assert yourself enough." She cleared her throat. "Now don't be alarmed; this isn't a cold. It's the tiniest cough, and I have had it three days. It's nothing to do with sitting here at all." There was only one way of treating the situation. At the end of five minutes Lucy departed in search of Mr. Beebe and Mr.
Eager, who sat with his back to the horses, saw nothing of the indecorous proceeding, and continued his conversation with Lucy. The other two occupants of the carriage were old Mr. Emerson and Miss Lavish. For a dreadful thing had happened: Mr. Beebe, without consulting Mr. Eager, had doubled the size of the party.
"Uno piu piccolo," was her next remark, implying "Has the cigar been given to you by Mr. Beebe, the smaller of the two good men?" She was correct as usual. He tied the horse to a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his hat, encouraged his moustache, and in rather less than a quarter of a minute was ready to conduct her.
"I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June. I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood." "Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner." Mr. Beebe bowed. "There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it's not often we get him to ch The church is rather far off, I mean." "Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner."
Beebe chiefly by his acknowledgment of passion it seemed dreadful that the old man should crawl into such a sanctum, when he was unhappy, and be dependent on the bounty of a clergyman. More certain than ever that she was tired, he offered her his chair. "No, please sit still. I think I will sit in the carriage." "Miss Honeychurch, you do sound tired." "Not a bit," said Lucy, with trembling lips.
Beebe, at leisure for life's amenities, leant over his Rectory gate. Freddy leant by him, smoking a pendant pipe. "Suppose we go and hinder those new people opposite for a little." "M'm." "They might amuse you." Freddy, whom his fellow-creatures never amused, suggested that the new people might be feeling a bit busy, and so on, since they had only just moved in.
Sarah B. Gordon, Care of George Gordon, Oshkosh, Michigan. Is that right, Cousin Kate?" "No; that is decidedly wrong. When Miss Beebe married, she became not only Mrs. Gordon, but Mrs. George Gordon, to distinguish her from any other Mrs. Gordons who might happen to exist. She should sign herself 'Sarah B. Gordon, but her letters and cards should bear her married name, 'Mrs. George Gordon."
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