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Carriswood herself deigned to help him with his graduating oration; Tommy delivering the aforesaid oration from memory, on the stage of the Grand Opera House, to a warm-hearted and perspiring audience of his towns-people, amid tremendous applause and not the slightest prod-dings of conscience. Really the speech deserved the applause; Mrs.
The Lossing garden had been stripped to the last bud, and levies made on the asparagus-bed, into the bargain, and Mrs. Lossing and Alma and Mrs. Carriswood and Derry and Susy Lossing had made bouquets and baskets and wreaths, and Harry had distributed them among friends in different parts of the house. I say Harry, but, complimented by Mrs.
She felt a moving of the heart as the handsome black head arose, and the first notes of that resonant, thrilling voice swelled above the din on the floor. It was the day of his great speech, the speech that made him, it was said. As Mrs. Carriswood sank back, turning a little in an instinctive effort to repulse her own sympathy, she was aware of the presence near her of an elderly man and woman.
Carriswood; "do you know, Grace, I can see Tommy's future; he will grow to be a boss, a political boss.
And he was perfectly presentable, now; no, it would be on the whole an investment in the future that would pay well enough; his parents would be awkward, but they were old people, not likely to be too much en evidence. Mrs. Carriswood, while not overjoyed, would not feel crushed by such a match, but she did view what she regarded as Tommy's moral instability, with a dubious and fearful eye.
Carriswood is beginning to take the Honorable Thomas Fitzmaurice and his place in the world seriously, herself. THE Louders lived on the second floor, at the head of the stairs, in the Lossing Building.
He had remembered her; she laughed. "I had thought that you would forget." "How could I, when you have not changed at all?" "But you have," says Mrs. Carriswood, hardly knowing whether to show the young man his place or not. "Yes, ma'am, naturally. But I have not learned how to make a speech yet." "Ah, but you make very good ones, Harry tells me." "Much obliged, Harry.
"Besides," Margaret went on, with the same note of repressed feeling in her voice, "his is a good family, if they have decayed; his ancestor was Lord Fitzmaurice in King James's time." "She takes HIM seriously too!" thought Mrs. Carriswood, with inexpressible consternation; "what SHALL I say to her mother?"
Carriswood sat in one of the high old pews. Through a crack she could look into the next pew; and there they stood. She heard the old man: "Whist, Molly, let's be getting out of this! HE is here with all his grand friends. Don't let us be interrupting him." The old woman's voice was so like Tommy's that it made Mrs. Carriswood start.
She sat rigid, with red cheeks and her eyes brimming; he was swaying and clapping and laughing in a roar of delight. But it was he that drew her away, finally, while she fain would have lingered to look at Tommy receiving congratulations below. "Poor things," said Mrs. Carriswood, "I do believe they haven't let him know that they are here."
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