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She was sure that he was devoting himself to Miss Bosworth; every one said that he was becoming a great society man. She had wearied of his big-brother attitude toward her. Except the callow youth of Fraserville and the boys she had known all the summers of her life at Waupegan, Harwood and Allen Thatcher were the only young men she knew.
What are you doing? I thought you detested this room." He spoke in a teasing, big-brother way, while his eyes dwelt pleasurably on the small gray figure in the President's chair. For, be it said without partiality or prejudice, Margaret MacLean was beautiful, with a beauty altogether free from self-appraisement. "I do I hate it!"
Her eyes looked very big and round in the darkness, and her face wore the little-girl scarey look as she reached up for his hand and clutched it tight, while her other hand pointed across the primrose ring to the row of beds. "See, they look empty, quite -quite empty." "Just nerves." And he patted the hand in his reassuringly; he tried his best to pat it in the old, big-brother way.
I was much relieved that Billy was looking and acting as if nothing whatever disturbed him, except the possibility of being a second behind anybody else in getting to the cookhouse. Although we were bosom friends and companions, there was just a shade of the big-brother idea on my part of the fellowship, and I kept track of him whenever and wherever I could.
"Just a half-a-dozen little guest-towels with your initials." Later at the table Tom had cleared his throat and then remarked, "I like all I hear of this Robert Jennings. He's good stuff, Ruth. You've worried us a good deal, but you've landed on your feet squarely at last. He's a bully chap." "And he's got a bully girl, too, now that she's got down to brass tacks," said Alec in big-brother style.
She had been in one of the grammar grades, and was just at an age to make a big-brother confidant of her teacher's brother my sister being at that time a teacher in the grammar school. Upon this I fell to wondering curiously how Polly, a plain-faced, eager-eyed little girl in short dresses, could have grown into anything meriting Barrett's enthusiastic description of her as a "peach."
Afterward they rode into deep woods, where the sunlight came down through the trees like splashes of gold; and here the engineer suggested they should have a picnic. As Margaret MacLean stepped out into the hall to look up the dinner-trays she met the House Surgeon. "Dreading it as much as usual?" he asked, in the teasing, big-brother tone; but he looked at her in quite another way. She laughed.
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