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In the cab they crystallized into a definite resolution: as soon as Chrystie came back from the Barlows' she would have an old-time, intimate talk with her and find out if anything really was the matter with the child. At the opera it was so exciting and so wonderful that everything else was wiped out of her mind. In the front of the box she sat its sole ornament against a background of Mrs.
It was a new one with a French maker's name in the crown. "You oughtn't to hack this hat about, Chrystie. I wouldn't wear it when I went for a walk." "Do you think it would be better to wear it in the house? Having bought it I must wear it somewhere." Lorry, laughing, put on the hat and looked at herself in the glass.
"Do you often go this way, through the Plaza?" he asked after they had disposed of the fine weather. "Yes, quite often. When it's a nice day like this I always walk downtown, and it's shorter going through here." "It's odd I haven't met you before. This is my regular beat, across here about three and then out toward the Park." "That's a long walk," Chrystie said. "You must like exercise."
The congregation was organized in 1845, first holding services in the Grand Street Court Room, thence moving in 1850 to a remodelled Unitarian Church in Chrystie Street, and again, in 1856, to a Baptist Church in Twelfth Street.
Lorry looked up from it, quite dismayed; it was too bad that Chrystie would miss it. But Chrystie from the darkness of the bed said she didn't care; she'd rather dance than hear Caruso, or any other singing man music bored her anyhow. Lorry left her and went into her own room to write an acceptance for herself and regrets for her sister.
Then, pressed close to him, two units absorbed into the moving mass, she told him the story of Chrystie's disappearance. His heart sank as he listened. Disagreeing in words, he saw the truth of her contention that if Chrystie had been out of town she would have been able to get word to them and would have done it. It looked as if the girl was in the city, hidden somewhere by Mayer.
"What has Mark Burrage to do with it?" Chrystie climbed somewhat lumberingly out of the chair. Her movements were dignified, her tone sarcastic. "Oh, nothing, nothing. Only if Mr. Mayer is so far below your standard I'm wondering where Mr. Burrage comes in." She stretched a long arm and snatched the hat.
Miss Chrystie doesn't want her schoolgirl tricks magnified into scandals." She nodded, brows drawn low, her teeth set on her underlip. If he had convinced her of his innocence he saw he had not killed her anxieties. "Is there any way I can help you?" he hazarded. She shook her head.
General Van Rensselaer, from the American shore, sent word to Wadsworth to retreat. Colonels John Chrystie and Scott, of the regulars, and Captains James Mead, Strahan, and Allen, of the militia, and Captains Ogilvei, Wool, Joseph Gilbert, Totten, and McChesney, took council of their desperate situation.
Her concern in life was Chrystie and it was being pointed out to her that she wasn't supposed to have any other. Finally the evening came and everything was ready. Fong's talents, after years of disuse, rose in the passion of the artist and produced a feast worthy of the past. A florist decorated the table and the lower floor.
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