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"Emmie," he said as he got out of the buckboard, laying his arm across her shoulder, "Emmie, I guess we'll take up with Joe's offer. We'll go to Chicago. We're cleaned out!"
Essay societies, she said, were out of date, and she thought the Rockquay young ladies a very country-town set. "You don't know them, Emmie," said Anna. "Gillian and Dolores are very remarkable girls, only- " "Only they are kept down by their mothers, I suppose. Is that the reason they don't do anything but potter after essay societies and Sunday-schools like our little girls at Vale Leston?
Emmie was twice Mrs Blackshaw's age, besides being twice her weight, and she knew twice as much about babies as Mrs Blackshaw did. However, Mrs Blackshaw had the terrific advantage of being the mother of that particular infant, and she could always end an argument when she chose, and in her own favour. It was unjust, and Emmie felt it to be unjust; but this is not a world of justice.
"By the way, she is a daughter of the Bishop of Granchester," he added. "You know everybody, Cousin Emmie! perhaps you know her," he said, smiling. "No; I don't know her, Bertie! but I knew her mother and father very well many years ago."
In the hall they roused Cousin Emmie like a partridge from cover. She was on the stairs pushing the bright stair-rods into place. Instinctively her hand went to the little knobs, her front hair bobbed on her forehead. 'Why! she exclaimed, crossly. 'What have you come today for? 'I got off a day earlier, said Hadrian, and his man's voice so deep and unexpected was like a blow to Cousin Emmie.
They both made a grimace, and laughed nervously. 'Get the frying-pan, said Emmie to Matilda. 'But he's as cocky as ever, said Matilda, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head knowingly, as she handed the frying-pan. 'Mannie! said Emmie sarcastically. Hadrian's new-fledged, cock-sure manliness evidently found no favour in her eyes. 'Oh, he's not bad, said Matilda.
In this way Emmie and Tottie had become acquainted, and they were soon bosom friends, for the gentle, dark-eyed daughter of Mrs Gaff seemed to have been formed by nature as a harmonious counterpart to the volatile, fair-haired orphan. Emmie, I may here remark in passing, had by this time become a recognised inmate of Mr Stuart's house. What his intentions in regard to her were, no one knew.
Think what she has done for your sister, and" "It was to Emmie that she gave the awful wood-lice," said Agnes. "She did it as an ignorant girl, not in the least knowing the danger and the naughtiness of her own trick. I do not pretend to defend her; but she would not do such a thing now to anybody, and certainly not to you.
You, Franky, you're too little to be any good, make the best of your way to call somebody. 'The tide will come in! said Frank. 'Mamma and Aunt Emmie were once shut in by the tide, and Uncle Edwin. And there was a fellow who was quite drowned dead and that was why I was named Francis.
He was thinking. Thomas had gone, had he! Good! Heman was living up to his promises. And Bos'n, God bless her, was free from that danger. "Have you heard from Emmie, I asked you?" he repeated. He would not listen to anything further concerning Thomas, either then or later. He was sick of the whole business, he declared, and now that everything was all right, didn't wish to talk about it again.
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