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The meal was scarcely over when Olive disappeared up-stairs, but soon came down attired in a blue sailor suit, which she had not before worn at Broadstone, and although the ladies of that house had been astonished at the number of costumes this navy girl carried in her unostentatious baggage, this was a new surprise to them. "Mr. Hemphill and I are going boating," said Olive to Mrs. Easterfield.
But he had nothing more important; there was no reason why he should write to Olive during her short stay with Mrs. Easterfield. Besides, she would soon be back, and then he could talk to her; that would be much better. Now, two strong desires began to possess him; one was for Olive to come home; and the other for Dick Lancaster to go away.
"I thought perhaps you had come to ask questions about some reports you may have heard in regard to me." "Not at all, not at all," said Mr. Easterfield. "I would not think of mentioning your private affairs, about which I have not the slightest right or wish to speak. But as we have apparently appropriated two of your young people, I think, and Mrs.
"Don't put yourself into danger of breaking your word by seeing her alone before luncheon. I'll go to her." Mr. Locker continued his melancholy stroll, and Mrs. Easterfield entered the library. Olive must not be allowed to go away until the moment arrived which had been awaited with so much interest. "I am looking for a copy of Tartarin sur les Alps.
See how graceful they are, and what delicate flowers some of them have!" "I wonder," said Olive, "if I should have had the strength of mind to pull up my flowers and leave my weeds." "The more you think about it," said Mrs. Easterfield, "the more you like weeds. They have such fine physiques, and they don't ask anybody to do anything for them.
He likes to keep the tollhouse because it brings him in touch with the world." "Very sensible in him," said Mrs. Easterfield. "I think I would like to keep a toll-gate myself." Captain Asher had seen the carriage stop, and knew that Mrs. Easterfield was talking to Olive, but he did not think himself called upon to intrude upon them. But now it was necessary for him to go to the tollhouse.
Look over there at that he-nurse. Those children have made him take them walking, and he is just coming back to the house." The Conflicting Serenades. Mrs. Easterfield worked steadily at her letter, feeling confident all the time that her secretary was attending conscientiously to the task which had been assigned to her, and which could not fail to be a most congenial one.
He said he would never ask any woman to live on pickled verse feet, and he has also told me something of his family, which must be a good one." "Olive," said Mrs. Easterfield, "I don't believe at all in the necessity or the sense in your precipitating plans of marrying. It is all airy talk, anyway.
Easterfield, for that lady did not like her handwriting, and she did not understand the use of the typewriter; nor did she read to the lady of the house, for Mrs. Easterfield could not endure to have anybody read to her. But in all the other duties of a secretary she made herself very useful.
Tom Easterfield walked through the grounds and the gardens and out on the lawn, and looked down over the tops of the trees upon the river which sparkled far below, and he said to his wife that if she would let him do it he would send a landscape-gardener, with a great company of Italians, and they would make the place a perfect paradise in about five days.
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