Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 12, 2025
We have been longing to spend a night out of doors alone ever since we arrived at our camp in Beechwood Forest. This is an unexpected opportunity, yet you do not look grateful. Small wonder if you are never going to sleep! What time do you think it is?" Victoria Drew leaned closer toward the fire and looked at her wrist watch. "It is half-past twelve o'clock, Kara.
There are only two colours in a beechwood after rain, lilac and green. A bank of violets is not more pure in colour than a beech trunk shining in the sun. The two colours answered one another, fainter and fainter, away and away, to the end of one's sight, and there were two cuckoos, hidden in the dream, mocking each other in velvet voices.
But concealments were idle she would read everything hear everything meet everything even those neighbours who out of curiosity or sympathy called at Beechwood. Not many times, though; they said they could not understand Mrs. Halifax. So, after a while, they all left her alone, except good little Grace Oldtower.
But when he reached the news stand he saw a pile of New York papers lying right in front, and the great black headlines caught his eye: "FATE OF LAURENCE SHAFTON STILL UNKNOWN." "Son of multimillionaire of New York City who was kidnapped on Saturday night on his way from New York to a week-end house party at Beechwood, N. J., not yet heard from. No clew to his whereabouts.
"Beechwood has been empty a great many years, father? Would it be a safe investment to buy it?" "I think so, Edwin, my practical lad," answered the father, smiling. "What say you, children? Would you like living there?" Each one made his or her comment.
"And Ronald and Conly go well together, making a very pretty name, to my thinking," said Rosie. "Have they heard the news at Beechwood yet?" asked Lucilla. "I think not," replied the doctor; "but I shall take it in my way home, as it will make the drive only a little longer and I need delay there but a moment." Then with a hasty adieu he took his departure. "Art is a very happy man to-day," Mr.
This was finally decided, and the mother, with faint smile, declared that nobody should touch them; she would put them under lock and key "till Guy came home." Then she took her husband's arm; and the rest of us followed them as they walked slowly up the hill to Beechwood. But after that day Mrs. Halifax's strength decayed.
To MISS RUXTON. BEECHWOOD PARK, Jan. 17, 1822. I have this moment heard an anecdote, which proves beyond a doubt if any doubt remained that Walter Scott is the author of the novels.
Lord Ravenel had returned to reside again at Luxmore Hall, and his visits to Beechwood became as regular as they had been in the old days at the Halifax home, when Muriel was alive. It was the society of Maud in which his lordship now delighted, though he never forgot the serene and happy days he had spent with her blind sister.
And so once more I can trust my dream self back in Beechwood with you. Last night I took you home from Uncle Alvin's. We walked slowly under the moon. The air was cool. You wore your little brown hood. You are taller now, little Allison. I lingered at the gate when I said good night.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking