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"I thought we would be by this time but I guessed wrong." Mrs. Dibbott was full of sympathy. "I suppose it serves me right for poking my nose into other people's business. My, but I'm sorry! What's the matter with Elsie?" "Nothing." "Then with you?" "Nothing." "May an old woman make a fool of herself?" "Please but it won't be that."
But I don't see very much of her nowadays." "Why?" "Work." His brain was fermenting with half completed plans and calculations. He might as well lay it to that. "Well, why don't you two get married? You will be old before your time." Belding shook his head. "It takes two to make a bargain." "But it doesn't take long." Mrs. Dibbott put down her crochet work. "Don't you think your friend Mr.
Then the Bowers, the husband with his metropolitan manner acquired on frequent business trips to Philadelphia and converse with city capitalists, his wife in silk and a New York hat, at which Mrs. Dibbott glanced with somewhat startled eyes. Things had gone well with the Bowers.
"Only some of it," put in Mrs. Manson. "I heard him say so. He told me he hated begging, and we all know he has to raise the money to run the diocese as well as spend it." Mrs. Dibbott shook her head. "A bishop shouldn't have to beg, it's lowering. Don't you think so?" "It would be to some," said the little woman thoughtfully, "but it couldn't lower our bishop.
Marys. Banishing Manson from a mind which was already busy with his next move, he retraced his steps as far as the cottage of Dibbott, the Indian agent, who at this hour of the day, might have been found moving mountainously in his long garden and pottering amongst his perennials, smoking an enormous pipe which he regretfully laid aside only in order that he might eat.
The mayor liked the old man, and Dibbott knew it, so they talked amicably while Dibbott, turning every now and then in surprise, pushed out his full red lips as though rising to a fly, and darted quick, little glances as Filmer unfolded his story beside a late phlox.
Marys is concerned I have depended on the town for nothing since my first proposal was accepted." Dibbott nodded. "That's right. I reckon we're going to be a residential suburb to the works." Clark smiled a little. "I lean on just four things, and St. Marys supplied none of them." "What are they?"
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