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"It is impossible just now; I do not feel as if I could do justice even to 'Hail Columbia." "Then, Medoline, you will give us some of your German songs, and, by the time you are through, Mr. Bovyer will be in the mood to enchant us." "With the exception of our school examinations, I never played before so many persons in my life.
I noticed Mr. Bovyer sitting further up on the other side of the table looking quite as bored as I felt, his next neighbor being a young lady the exact counterpart in ideas and aims of the youth beside me. The dinner itself was a triumph of cook's skill, and, as is usually the case with a dinner suitably prepared, its effect was composing. Mr.
I went home to luncheon on Friday, very tired, but also very enthusiastic over our tree. If I could secure Mr. Winthrop's consent to a plain dinner, our entire domestic force could attend, and they were all eager to do so. He and Mr. Bovyer were engaged in a warm discussion over some knotty subject as they entered the dining-room, thereby compelling me to leave my question for sometime unasked.
"I shall be compelled to designate you the mark of interrogation call you rogue for shortness." "After this morning's experience, I shall not be able to find any name nice enough for you," I said, gently. "That is cruel literally smothering me with coals of fire." I turned over my music with trembling fingers; for, more than all, I dreaded Mr. Bovyer.
I entertained them with a lively description of the scene going on at the Temperance Hall. Mr. Bovyer declared his intention of accompanying me on my return a resolution, I could see, that was anything but pleasing to Mr. Winthrop. I was secretly very glad, since it was possible he might make a donation to our doorkeeper. Once on the way, Thomas drove his horses as I had never seen him do before.
Bowen's table I saw him drop, in quiet fashion, a bank note upon it. Mr. Bowen hastened to make change, but Mr. Bovyer shook his head and passed on. I turned to look at Mr. Bowen, and saw his face suddenly light up so cheerfully that I concluded he had received a generous donation. I led Mr.
He sat with eyes closed, but not betraying, by a single muscle of the strong, self-contained face, that the music was affecting him in the slightest. "This evening has given us something to remember until our dying day," Mrs. Hill said, with a deep sigh of satisfaction, after Mr. Bovyer ceased playing. "It was exceedingly kind in Mr. Winthrop permitting us to share in the evening's enjoyment."
Winthrop a much better picture of Oaklands than the one he already possessed. I turned to Mr. Bovyer uncertainly, and, after a moment hesitation, said: "I have a bit of my work here for you; but it is so little worth. I am ashamed to offer it."
Could you not take something easily prepared, a cup of tea, for instance, and some cold meats, and the like?" "You propose a genuine funeral repast. Is anything about to happen?" "Our Christmas tree; and our entire household is eager to go, yourself excepted." "Why can't we all go?" Mr. Bovyer suggested, with considerable eagerness. Mr. Winthrop looked aghast.
Winthrop's parlors in those two weeks, not one had paid me so little attention as this Maurice Graem; and now both he and Mr. Bovyer had written, asking my guardian's permission to have me as life-long companion and friend. "What shall it be, Medoline? You cannot say yes to both of them." The question startled me. "Are you very anxious for me to leave Oaklands?" My lips quivered as I spoke.
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