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Bob Bucknor, who had been singularly quiet and thoughtful ever since his mind was relieved as to his cousin's not being lost. "The kind of things neighbors and kinsmen do for one another in our state and all other states where neighbors are neighborly and where blood is thicker than water, and blue blood thicker than any other kind," exclaimed Big Josh.
She even had the impertinence to tell some of the girls once that the original name of her family was the same as ours that her old grandfather, Dick Buck, had told her so. The idea! Next she'll be claiming kin with us Bucknors." "What's that? What's that?" asked Mr. Bucknor, dropping his paper. "Who claims kin with us?" "Old Dick Buck's granddaughter. Isn't it ridiculous?"
She got started wrong and never has got put on the right road. I don't see what we are going to do about it. Bob Bucknor is having more than his share, but I can't do a thing with my wife. You see, she made her own living before she married me and she's got no use for what she calls the unproductive consumer. She says that's what Cousin Ann is. Mrs.
We've fixed it all up. She's rich and beautiful." "Yes, and we put linen sheets on the bed in the guest chamber," broke in Nan. "Jean Roland is used to grand things, but she'll have to sleep three in the bed and so will all of us now." "Hush!" from Mrs. Bucknor. There was an embarrassed silence. Cousin Ann's backbone stiffened. Mrs.
Mumsy, do you think the prince was there last night?" she asked. "Prince! What prince?" "Oh, just any old prince! Prince Charming! I think in fact I am sure I liked my Cousin Jeff Bucknor better than any of the men who danced with me." "Now, Judith, please don't start up that foolishness.
Sometimes I can't believe she is really talking about my little Judy, she makes you out so wonderful. Mrs. Throckmorton Cousin Betty said she had got a letter from Mrs. Robert Bucknor, written from Monte Carlo, telling all about the good times they are having. It seems that that Mildred has caught a real beau.
Of course one might expect brusqueness from Betty Throckmorton, but was there not a change of manner even here at Buck Hill not just rudeness from Mildred, who was nothing but a spoiled child, but from Mr. and Mrs. Bucknor themselves?
The young people were gathered at one end of the long piazza. At the other end sat Miss Ann Peyton and Mrs. Bucknor. Miss Ann was engaged in her favorite occupation of crocheting thread lamp-mats and Mrs. Bucknor vainly endeavoring to get to the bottom of the family stocking basket. The forenoon is always a difficult period in which to entertain a house party.
"Land's sake, Missy, I mus' a made a mistake. I been a thinkin' all along that I wa' a ridin' with ol' Dick Buck's gran'baby. You mus' scuse me." "So you are, Uncle Peter, I am Judith Buck, but I have just as good a right to be Judith Bucknor as Mr. Bob Bucknor or Mr. Big Josh Bucknor, or any of them." "Well, bless Bob!
I can remember hearing my grandfather tell of a brother of his Grandfather Bucknor who, out of pure carelessness, dropped the last syllable of his name. It was in connection with a transfer of property. The deed was recorded wrongly, naming Richard Buck. He was a lazy man and rather than go to the trouble of having the matter corrected he just allowed himself to be called Richard Buck.
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