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Updated: May 14, 2025
Cameron wrote her reply to Elsie, Kenelm was conducted by Lily into her own /own/ room, in vulgar parlance her /boudoir/, though it did not look as if any one ever /bouder'd/ there.
She had just time to compose her face into a look of solemn indifference, when Hugh reached her side. "You forgot the lunch-basket, Elsie," he said, looking across at Dexie who sat facing her. "You left it in the carriage." "Oh! so we did," said Elsie. "Whatever should we have done if you had not seen it in time! Wasn't it lucky, Dexie, that he noticed it?" "Oh!
"To that end, I have just been examining some of the reading-matter which has been provided for them in my absence; and, so far as I have made myself acquainted with it, I decidedly approve it, as I expected I should; having all confidence in those who chose it for you, grandpa Dinsmore and grandma Elsie.
"I want you, Elsie," he pleaded. She looked at him with eyes like stars. "Perhaps I want you, Jimmy," she breathed, "but I don't know yet. Supposing I said 'yes' and then it was all wrong for each of us?" "You said you asked for more than love; perhaps I have no more in your mind." Clark's name was hammering in his brain, but he kept it down. Followed a little silence.
"Dear Grandma Elsie, how very kind and good you always are to me!" she exclaimed feelingly, her eyes filling with tears of love and gratitude. "Dear child, whatever I have done for you has always been both a duty and a pleasure," Mrs. Travilla returned, taking the hand of the little girl, who was standing by her side, and pressing; it affectionately in her own.
"To what," he continued lightly, "do I owe the honour of this meeting?" "I came downstairs for my dolly," said Elsie. "The one you sent me this morning, do you remember?" "Of course I do, my dear." "And what have you bwought me now, Father Kwistmas?" Robert started. If he was to play the role successfully he must find something to give her now.
The post mortem found out that Gustave had died from a rush of words to his brainpan. The coroner also found, upon further examination, that all of these words had formerly belonged to Elsie, with the exception of a few which were once the property of Gustave's favorite bartender.
"No, don't! Miss Lucy always lets you take it," Elsie urged. "Yes, I know," doubtfully. Then she went to the shelf in the dressing-room, where the atomizer box stood. "There is n't a drop in it," she said, holding the bottle to the light. "Miss Lucy must have forgotten to fill it after I used it last time."
When everything had been stuck somewhere, Elsie swept the floor, and made up a fire, and put on the tea-kettle, to have everything ready to strike mother favorably on her return. A freezing, bright, cold afternoon. "Cold as Christmas!" say cheery voices, as the crowds rush to and fro into shops and stores, and come out with hands full of presents. "Yes, cold as Christmas," says John Morley.
"I believe Elsie really did hear some one turning that stone, and it's my opinion that he, or she, whoever it might have been, was grinding the carving-knife; but there the story stops short, and doesn't seem to go any further. Besides, that doesn't explain what frightened Elsie the other evening. I wish she'd tell me, but I'm afraid she won't."
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