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Durgin after the funeral, and helped her in their common duties through the afternoon and evening, Westover saw her taking her way down the hill with her brother when the long day's work was over. Jeff saw her too; he was sitting with Westover at the office door smoking, and he was talking of the Whitwells.
It won't do for him to pass another winter here. He must go to California, or Colorado; they'd be glad to have him there, either of them; or he can go to Florida, or over to Italy. It won't matter how long he stays " "What are you talking about, Jeff Durgin?" Cynthia demanded, severely. "What would your mother do? What would she do this winter?"
The next morning he made ready for an early start, and in his preparations he had the zealous and even affectionate help of Jeff Durgin. The boy seemed to wish him to carry away the best impression of him, or, at least, to make him forget all that had been sinister or unpleasant in his behavior.
"Thank you for nothing," said Durgin, turning away. "I came from as good a quarry as ever Dick Shackford. Where's Torrini to-night?" "Nobody has seen him since the difficulty," said Dexter, "except Peters. Torrini sent for him after supper." As Dexter spoke, the door opened and Peters entered.
Durgin confessed to having no part in it; but she had kept pace, with Cynthia Whitwell's help, in the housekeeping.
They entreated him to join them at their table, and the mother said: "I suppose you were up soon enough to see young Mr. Durgin off. Isn't it too bad he has to go back to college when it's so pleasant in the country?" "Not bad for him," said Westover. "He's a young man who can stand a great deal of hard work."
She promised the assistance and sympathy of several brave girls, who would not be afraid of all the jays in college. After all, only one of the jays came. Not many, in fact, had been asked, and when Jeff Durgin actually appeared, it was not known that he was both the first and the last of his kind.
I have a friend whose son went through Harvard for a thousand a year, and I know that many fellows do it for much less." "I guess we can manage to let Jeff have a thousand a year," said Mrs. Durgin, proudly, "and not scrimp very much, either." She looked at her elder son, who said: "I don't believe but what we could.
Durgin, with a certain dryness, which was half humorous. "I presume, if you two are satisfied, it's all right." "I guess we're satisfied," said the girl, with a tremor of relief which she tried to hide. Nothing more was said, and there was no physical demonstration of affection or rejoicing between the women.
I'll speak to him if you say the word. He'd oblige me, I am sure. One of the scripts he has told me about has a part fitted to you." "Oh, Mr. Bane!" she cried. "I'd have to think about that, I fear. And such a tempting offer! Now, if you said that to Gusty Durgin " At the moment Betty Gallup came into view. Masculine in appearance at any time in her man's hat and coat, she was doubly so now.
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