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Updated: June 12, 2025
On the launch coming up the Hwang-pu River he took the precaution of engaging Bobby Boynton's company not only for the day on shore, but for the evening as well. With hardened effrontery he bore the young lady away in exactly the high-handed manner so bitterly condemned in Andy Black at Yokohama. The day on shore was one he was destined never to forget.
There was a long silence; one of many long silences at the Boynton fireside, broken only by the ticking of the clock, the purring of the cat, and the clicking of Mrs. Boynton's needles, as, her paroxysm of reminiscence over, she knitted ceaselessly, with her eyes on the window or the door. "It's about time for Rod to be coming back, isn't it?" asked Ivory.
"Tell him we're here to enjoy the scenery, if you know how to do it, and minding our own business," was Boynton's reply. "Red Dog not speak to soldiers. He asks the man the Great Father sends him."
"SHALL we have our walk in the woods on the Edgewood side of the river, just for a change, Patty?" suggested her sister. "The water is so high this year that the river will be splendid. We can gather our flowers in the hill pasture and then you'll be quite near Mrs. Boynton's and can carry the nosegay there while I come home ahead of you and get supper.
Now it had always been John Boynton's custom to give his school Thanksgiving-week as a vacation, to take the train on Monday for Greenfield, and stay there till Wednesday, when the whole family set off together for Coventry, to spend the next day, according to time-honored precedent.
Her eyes narrowed to a focus which nothing escaped, and Stewart gave a little nod of gratified pride and stepped back a trifle to watch her. Captain Boynton's face showed his appreciation and Polly's was radiant. The old coxswain muttered: "Well, well, you get on to the trick of that, lassie. You might have served on a man-o-war."
If you tied a handkerchief over Waitstill's eyes she could find her way blindfold to Ivory Boynton's house, but she's good as gold, Waitstill is; she'll stay where her duty calls her, every time! If any misfortune or scandal should come near them two girls, the Deacon will have no-body but himself to thank for it, that's one sure thing!" "Young folks can't be young but once," sighed Mrs. Day.
I never quite knew whether God was angry with me for backsliding at the end, but I could not always accept the revelations that Elder Cochrane and your father had!" Lois Boynton's hands were now quietly folded over the knitting that lay forgotten in her lap, but her low, thrilling voice had a note in it that did not belong wholly to earth.
Loftie's Brief Account of Westminster Abbey. Parker's Introduction to the Study of Gothic Architecture. Stanley's Memorials of Westminster Abbey. Kimball's An English Cathedral Journey. Singleton's How to Visit the English Cathedrals. Home's What to See in England. Boynton's London in English Literature. Garnett and Gosse's English Literature, 4 vols. Morley's English Writers, 11 vols.
On midsummer evenings the windows of the old farmhouse over at Boyntons' gleam with unaccustomed lights and voices break the stillness, lessening the gloom of the long grass-grown lane of Lois Boynton's watching in days gone by.
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