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Alice G. Blayne may be perfectly honest in her contention." "But in that case won't Mr. Strout or Mr. Jamison give me my money back?" asked Mrs. Carringford. "If there was much chance of that, do you think Strout would have stirred up any such suit as this?" asked Mr. Day quietly. "No. Strout at least thinks he sees his way to making you lose the house.
"What is your name, boy?" he asked rather sternly. "Carringford, too, sir," said Gummy, politely. "The whole of it!" commanded the lawyer. "Er Gumswith Carringford," said the boy, with flashing eye but cheeks that would turn red. "Indeed?" returned the lawyer, staring oddly at Gummy. "You are something of a boy, I take it." Then he wheeled to confront Mrs. Carringford. "I am told," Mr.
"Yes, he has. He said so. He's got papers, and all," sobbed Amy. "Ahem! the young lady puts it very crassly indeed," said the curly-haired man. "You, I presume, are Mrs. Josephine Carringford," he went on, reading from a paper. "Yes." "I am serving you in the suit of Mrs.
She liked to go over to the little brown house and she liked Emily's strong-featured, outspoken mother; there was a certain homely charm even in the clear-starched fresh calico dresses she wore. Mrs. Carringford was drawing large loaves of golden-brown bread from the oven as Alexina came in by way of the kitchen door. The smell of it was good.
"Some flaw in it?" asked her father, supplying the word that Janice had heard but could not remember. "Yes." "There might be. This is an old part of Greensboro, and some of the old titles conflicted." "But then Mrs. Carringford would not have to lose, would she? Wouldn't Mr. Strout have to give her back her money?" "Perhaps not.
Carringford, coming to the door, her brown face flushing pink. "And one of your schoolmates?" She came out on the porch. She had a very pleasant smile, Janice thought, and her brown eyes were as bright as a woodpecker's. "This is Janice Day. She's in my class, Mother," said Amy, rather hesitatingly, it must be confessed. "Yes, I know her name," said Mrs.
Prouty, the Saturday Reviewer, sat on a "conversazione" with Lady Carringford, a commonplace, faded-out-looking woman of forty, with bleached hair. She did not seem much pleased by the conversation of the journalist, and looked furtively across the room as if to hint that she ought to be relieved, but Herr Diddlej and Sydney did not see her signals of distress.
Carringford out there?" asked Janice's father. "Yes, Daddy. And Gummy." "'Gummy'!" ejaculated the lawyer. "What's that? A game, or something to eat?" Janice's dear laughter rang out with daddy's bass tones. "Oh, no, sir," she said. "Gummy is 'Gumswith Carringford." "My soul!" ejaculated the lawyer, getting up quickly from his chair, "it is the right family. Come inside. Let's see Mrs.
When Mrs. Carringford returned to the house Mr. Day himself told her of the fire and of what Gummy had done, and how proud she should be of him, too. And Mrs. Carringford was proud Mr. Day could see that. "Boys are awfully nice to have around the house, aren't they, Daddy?" Janice said that evening as they sat alone. "I never did think before that I'd care to have a brother.
Amy Carringford is every whit as good as you are." "Is that so?" snapped Stella. "She's a poverty stricken thing. She hasn't got a decent thing to wear " "What nonsense, Stella," drawled another and older girl, shrugging her shoulders. "I noticed particularly the other night. Amy had as pretty a frock on as anybody at your party." "Yes! And where did she get it?" flared out Stella.
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