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Miss Calthea, who was nearly thrown from her seat, could not repress a scream, and, turning, perceived Ida Mayberry. "Did you do that?" she cried. "I am sorry that I made your horse shy," said Ida, approaching the vehicle; "but he seems to be perfectly quiet now, and I hope nothing is broken.
Yes, it must be done; Calthea Rose must go." At this moment Mr. Petter came along, on his way to supper. "Well, Lanigan," said he, "are you thinking about your great enterprise?" "Yes," said the other, rising and walking with him; "that is exactly what my mind was working on." "And you are going to do it all yourself?" said Mr. Petter. "Not exactly," said Beam.
On general principles she had known that it was safer to alight from the hind seat of a village cart than from the front seat. "Don't pull at him that way," she cried from the opposite side of the road, "he will go over backwards on top of you. Let him alone and perhaps he will stop rearing." Hammerstein now stood on all his feet again, and Miss Calthea earnestly advised Mr.
Calthea has had a hard time with her various engagements, all of them with me, and now that she has found the man she likes she ought to have him. It would be a splendid match; he might travel where he pleased, and Calthea would be an honor to him. She could hold her own with the nobility and gentry, and the crowned heads, for that matter.
Calthea was not a woman who would allow herself to be left behind in matters of this nature. From her general loftiness and serenity of manner, and the perfect ease and satisfaction with which she talked of her plans and prospects with her friends and acquaintances, no one could have imagined that she had ever departed from her original intention of becoming Mrs. Lanigan Beam.
Horses ought to be taught not to shy, but I suppose that would be difficult, considering the small size of their brain cavities." "If some people had as much brains as a horse," muttered Miss Calthea, "it would be better for them. Back, Sultan! Do you hear me! Back!" And she tugged with all her strength upon the reins.
We used to have quarrels, but they didn't make much difference, for after every one of them we engaged ourselves again, and all went on as before. But the time came when Calthea kept on being older than I was, and didn't keep on being pretty and agreeable.
Cristie looked at Lodloe, and he at her, and both slightly smiled. "She understands that sort of thing," he thought, and "He understands that sort of thing," she thought. At this moment Mrs. Petter glanced at her two guests and saw the smile which passed between them. She understood that sort of thing. "Who is that?" said Miss Calthea Rose, presently. Mrs.
Cristie went softly to the bedside of the child and, bending over him, gently drew the sweet-pea blossom from his chubby little fist. Miss Calthea Rose was up and about very early the next morning. She had work to do in which there must be no delay or loss of opportunity.
Debby, put a knife, fork, and napkin for Calthea Rose. If she is coming to dinner it is just as well to let her think that nobody forgot to bring the message she sent. She never comes to meals without sending word beforehand." But Miss Calthea had not come to dinner.
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