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They rounded the bend in the road, and the broker looked down into the eyes that were bent upon him in admiration. "You whistle almost as well as Mr. Bonnell," said the child. "Give me time and I dare say I shall beat him out," was the swaggering response. "Ah, here's your ravine, is it?" "Yes, that's" began Jewel, and went no further.
Wesley came in from the pantry bearing a large platter upon which rested a mold of pudding of the most amazing color mortal eye ever rested upon. It was a vivid beautiful sky-blue and Wesley disclosed every ivory in his ample mouth as he set the dish upon the table. Mrs. Bonnell had ordered corn-starch pudding with chocolate sauce.
Your mother was healed. Oh, it is true, isn't it! It's so wonderful to find that you, you, know more about it than I do, when I supposed you would scorn it. I can't help expecting to wake up." "That is just what you will do," returned Bonnell. "You will waken to a thousand things. So your mother objects." "Poor little mother," returned Eloise, looking down with sudden sadness.
I can only pray that he will get away without seeing Eloise. Mrs. Bonnell has invited us to make her a visit this summer. I certainly shall not go one step!" A sudden sound of laughter was heard on the quiet air. Mrs. Evringham leaned forward. "There are the children now," she said, as figures turned in at the gateway; "and who is that? It is" with desperation, "he's here!
Your chances are better than mine, for you are young still. Your daughter is expanding like a flower already, in the first rays of her understanding of it. This young man whom you fancy you can avoid is a help to her. Mr. Reeves was talking to me about him last night. He says that so far as his business is concerned, young Bonnell is proving the square peg in the square hole.
And curiously enough the academic force at Leslie Manor was about equally divided into Woodhull and Bonnell factions.
"I'm satisfied with my minister," returned Zeke, almost smiling. Eloise and Mr. Bonnell came out to the carriage, so there was no further time for talk. The subject remained in Jewel's mind, however. On Wednesday morning, just before Mr. Evringham went to the station, the child seized him in the hall. "Grandpa, don't you think it would be nice to go in the trolley car to church to-night?"
As a hostess and chaperone were deemed absolutely indispensable upon any occasion, however informal, Mrs. Bonnell was always eagerly sought after by the girls to act in the former capacity and Miss Dalton the gym instructor in the latter. Miss Dalton seemed just like a girl herself, and was, in fact, not many years her pupils' senior.
We march on for some four miles, when, coming upon the guards of the Massachusetts Eighth, our howitzer is ordered to fall out and wait for the train. With a comrade of the Artillery, I am placed on guard over it. Henry Bonnell is my fellow-sentry. He, like myself, is an old campaigner in such campaigns as our generation has known.
Jewel apparently interrupted him and he stooped with a quick motion, and in a second she was sitting on his shoulder, shrieking in gleeful surprise. Thus they approached the piazza and came close before noting that it was occupied. "Grandpa, see me!" cried Jewel delightedly. Bonnell met the unsmiling gaze of his host as Mr. Evringham rose, and then caught sight of Mrs.
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