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"Come to the house in the Bree Straat and we will tell you from the balcony," answered Foy. So they rowed from one cut and canal to another till at last they came to the private boat-house of the van Goorls, and entered it, and thus by the small door into the house.
Somebody must do the running and the shouting to relieve the instincts of older and busier people, who must pretend as if they didn't care. All this kept Miss Belinda Bree from utterly wearing out at her dull work in the great warerooms, or now and then at days' seamstressing in families. It really keeps a great many people from wearing out. Miss Bree's work was dull.
You're very kind, ma'am." Miss Tonker said nothing at all to the meekly nervous outpouring. She did not snub her, however; that was something. Miss Bree and her niece, between them, carried home the large box. On the way, a dream ran through the head of Bel. She could not help it.
M'Cormick went round to Greenley Street, and delivered the note. "There!" said Desire, when she had read it, to Bel Bree who was in the room. "The Providence mail is in, early; and this is for you." When Bel had seen what it was, she realized suddenly that Providence had taken her at her word. She was in for it now; here was this thing for her to do.
That afternoon Dirk, filled with a solemn purpose, and dressed in his best suit, called at the house in the Bree Straat, where the door was again opened by Greta, who looked at him expectantly. "Is your mistress in?" he stammered. "I have come to see your mistress." "Alas! Mynheer," answered the young woman, "you are just too late.
It came, evidently in the process of a reasoning calculation; not, as usual, with the grasping of demand. "Four dollars to the cook. Which is the cook?" "I don't believe we know yet," answered Bel Bree, laughing in the glee of her recovering spirits. "But I think it would probably be me. Kate can make molasses candy, but she hasn't had the chance for much else.
Strange though it seem, Miss Belinda Bree was content. Content enough to tell charming stories of it, up in the country, to her niece Bel, when she was questioned by her.
At that moment a raven, which had silently settled upon a branch of the blasted tree above his head, solemnly snapped its beak and uttered its mind about the matter with an approving croak. Pursuing his discovery of free gold with great zeal, which he probably credited to his conscience as a grave digger, Mr. Barney Bree had made an unusually deep sepulcher, and it was near sunset before Mr.
Wouldn't I like to get up in the morning and choose what I would do? when it wasn't Fast Day, nor Fourth of July, nor Washington's Birthday, nor any day in particular? I think, on the whole, I'd choose not to get up. A chance to be lazy; that's my vote, after all, Bel Bree!" "O, dear!" cried Bel, despairingly. "Why don't some of you wish for nice, cute little things?" "Tell us what," said Kate.
"We might some of us have overwork, I should think; shouldn't you?" she asked, blandly, of Miss Bree. Aunt Blin smiled. "They've been squabbling over it these five minutes," she replied. Aunt Blin was sure of some particular finishing, that none could do like her precise old self. Kate Sencerbox jumped up impatiently, reaching over for some fringe.
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