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But all this time these ocean steamers that periodically brought to New York passengers and intelligence from Europe were British built. They had been constructed in the Avon, the Mersey, and the Clyde, the greater number having been launched in the same waters as first received Henry Bell's little Comet. Why did America not embark in such enterprise?
Her good-natured yielding in the matter of the seat, moreover, had evidently commended her to Miss Bell's good graces, and that young person brought out the choicest assortment of her best manners to do honor to the grown-up guest.
Sanders gave the pig a vicious poke with a stick, and when it had ceased to grunt, Bell was back in the kitchen. She had forgotten about the milk, however, and Sam'l only got water after all. In after-days, when the story of Bell's wooing was told, there were some who held that the circumstances would have almost justified the lassie in giving Sam'l the go-by.
Your Sister, CLEONE. Barnabas refolded the letter and, giving it back to Barrymaine, took out Natty Bell's great silver watch. "It is a long way to Headcorn," said he, "I must start at once!" "Ah! You'll g-go then, Beverley?" "Go? Of course!" "Then, oh Beverley, whatever happens whether you're in time or no, you'll k-kill him?"
"Well, have a drink, and go out and begin over again." About now come the rest of the bands, six or eight or so, and back of them was the merry villagers. They filled up the whole street in front of our steps and in front of the Wisners, and up and down the row; and some of 'em stepped on Bonnie Bell's new tulip beds in the yard south of us.
And what a lovely day for a birthday! Did they use to give you anything like this in Vermont, Polly? 'Hardly, said Polly, peering over Bell's shoulder. 'Let's see. What did they give us in Vermont this month? Why, I can't think of anything but dog-days, hot nights, and hay fever; but that sounds ungrateful. Why, Geoff's up already!
"Well, well, it ain't much better; this Horsey is an Irishman, an' I don't like Irishmen." "Father, you'd get to like 'em if you only knew 'em better," said Susan earnestly. "What bell's that?" she added, as a loud ringing echoed through the house. "The dinner bell, lass. Come an' see wot a comf'rable feed they git.
It was the Lord's day in Edinburgh town. The silence in the early morning was something which could be felt not a footstep, not a rolling wheel. Window-blinds were mostly down on the windows provided with them. Even in Bell's Wynd there was not the noise of the week. Only a tinker family squabbled over the remains of the deep drinking of the night before.
These Sunday afternoon strolls were the plague of Bell's life that whole summer. Then it took as much of artifice as was in the simple woman's nature to keep Daniel from insisting on having Sylvia's company every time he went down to Monkshaven. And here, again, came a perplexity, the acknowledgement of which in distinct thought would have been an act of disloyalty, according to Bell's conscience.
Grandma Ford asked the children all about themselves, where they had been visiting and so on, and they told her about having been to Grandma Bell's, to Aunt Jo's, and to Cousin Tom's. "It was warm while we were at all those places," said Rose. "And now it is winter." "I guess you'd say so if you looked outdoors!" exclaimed Russ, who came back from having peered from a window.
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