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"I've come about this jolly old lawsuit, don't you know." Mr. McCall seemed about to speak, but his wife anticipated him. "Mr. Brewster's attorneys are in communication with ours. We do not wish to discuss the matter." Archie took an uninvited seat, eyed the Health Bread on the breakfast table for a moment with frank curiosity, and resumed his discourse. "No, but I say, you know!
That was a coward's act -to have a fellow's hands tied before daring to hit him." Black's face now turned livid with passion. "Lift the fool to his feet, if he wants to stand," ordered Black savagely. "He's trying to make me waste my time talking to him. Operator, call up Brewster's and ask if he held the train as ordered by wire." "Oho!" thought Tom. "So that's your trick?
Barbara rode first and Eleanor after her, shouting aloud in a frantic voice. The men waited fearfully to hear what new trouble assailed them. Barbara almost ran down Mr. Brewster's horse in her blind fear, and when questioned, could not speak. Eleanor then rode up and looked so angry that she could scarcely explain.
"What was he talking about?" "He wanted me to join a sleighing party." "What did you say?" "I said I couldn't afford it. Then he charged me with being a miser, as he often does." "Did he come all the way home with you?" "No; he left me at Deacon Brewster's. He said he must go back to the store." "There is something queer about this," said Mr. Leavitt, shrewdly. "Do you want my advice?"
And there was the tiny gas range, the infinitesimal ice chest, the miniature sink. The whole would have been lost in one corner of the Brewster's Winnebago china closet. "Why, how how wonderful!" breathed Mrs. Brewster. "Isn't it? So complete and so convenient. I've cooked roasts, steaks, chops, everything, right here. It's just play." A terrible fear seized upon Father Brewster.
"By Jove, it's sensible of you to get married on your birthday, Monty. It saves time and expense to your friends." "Read it aloud," said "Subway" Smith. "Two to one it's from Nopper Harrison," cried Pettingill. Brewster's fingers trembled, he knew not why, as he opened the envelope.
It is not, however, with my own affairs that I desire to trouble you, dear sir. I have little doubt that all will be well with me and that I shall not fall like a sparrow to the ground. My object in writing to you is as follows. You may recall that I had the pleasure of meeting you one morning in Mr. Brewster's suite, when we had an interesting talk on the subject of Mr. B.'s objets d'art.
He felt guilty, however, in surreptitiously giving the order to clear for Boston at daybreak. The chief officers were let into the secret, but the sailors were kept in darkness regarding the destination of the "Flitter." Montgomery Brewster's guests were immensely pleased with the scheme, although they were dubious about the outcome. Mrs.
Brewster's hat, slippers, gown, and manner equalled in line, style, cut, and texture those of any other woman present, which rather surprised her until she had talked to five or six of them. She and Hosey drifted together and compared notes. "Say, Milly," he confided, "they're all from Wisconsin or approximately; Michigan, and Minnesota, and Iowa, and around.
He adhered to this rule in all cases that called for the purchase outright of substantial necessities. The bump of calculativeness in Monty Brewster's head was growing to abnormal proportions. In retaining his rooms at Mrs. Gray's, he gave the flimsy but pathetic excuse that he wanted a place in which he might find occasional seasons of peace and quiet. When Mrs.
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