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Updated: May 4, 2025

And when the Dickys found they were not going to be separated we had more coffee all around and everybody grew more cheerful. Oh, we were very cheerful! I look back now and think how cheerful we were, and I shudder. It was strange that we hadn't been warned by Mr. Pierce's square jaw, but we were not. We sat around the fire and ate and laughed, and Mr. Dick arranged that Mr.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - Where There's a Will

For an instant Virginia hesitated, with her eyes on the pot of red geraniums blooming between the white muslin curtains at the window. In his little cage in the sunlight, Miss Priscilla's canary, the last of many generations of Dickys, burst suddenly into song. "I believe that Harry loves me more than anybody else in the world does," she answered at last.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow - Virginia

You're lucky," she went on to the Dickys. "I dare say the air in here would scare us under a microscope, but at least it is warm." The Van Alstynes made a move to go, but Mr. Dicky frantically gestured to them not to leave him alone, and Mrs. Sam sat down again sulkily. Mr. Pierce picked up his cap. "I'll take you back," he said to Miss Patty, and his face was fairly glowing.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - Where There's a Will

Jennings was so happy, not to mention having worked off his gout at the wood-pile, that he forgave the Dickys without any trouble, and even went out and had a meal with them in the shelter-house before they moved in, with Mr. Dick making the coffee. I miss the spring, as I said at the beginning. It is hard to teach an old dog new tricks, but with Miss Patty happy, and with Doctor Barnes around

Mary Roberts Rinehart - Where There's a Will

We met at ten o'clock at the shelter-house, everybody having gone to bed Miss Patty, the Van Alstynes and myself. The Dickys were on good terms again, for a wonder, and when we went in they were in front of the fire, she on a box and he at her feet, with his head buried in her lap. He didn't even look up when we entered. "They're here, Dicky," she said.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - Where There's a Will

Dicky passing the tin basin as a finger-bowl, he stopped scowling and looked amused. "They're here, Sallie," he called to his wife, and they both came in, covered with snow, and we had coffee and eggs all over again. Well, they stayed for an hour, and Mr. Sam talked himself black in the face and couldn't get anywhere. For the Dickys refused to be separated, and Mrs.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - Where There's a Will