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Nor did he think again about it, until, in bed, on his sleeping porch, he took a glance at his barometers and thermometers, and prepared to settle down to the solution of the electrical speculation that had been puzzling him. Then it was, as he peered across the great court to his wife's dark wing and dark sleeping porch to see if she were still waking, that Ernestine's remark again echoed.
Bea's little cautions, Ernestine's careful talks and examples of grace and dignity, Olive's open ridicule, and Jean's childish wonder, were all set aside, by a quiet smile from mama, or papa's hearty exclamation of "let them alone they're the only boys I've got."
And then Dick chanted, lisping: "The goldfish thwimmeth in the bowl, The robin thiths upon the tree; What maketh them thit so eathily? Who stuckth the fur upon their breasths? God! God! He done it!" "Cribbed," was Ernestine's judgment, as the laughter died away. "Sure," Dick agreed.
One moment the face was Ernestine's, the next it was Monty's little girl laughing up at him from the worn and yellow tin-type. The promise of the one had it been fulfilled in the woman? At least he knew that here was the one great weakness of his life.
Papa has an opportunity of selling the buggy, and Mr. Phillips will take 'Prince' until we can afford to keep him again. Are you willing?" "Yes, mama," in a rather feeble chorus, with Ernestine's voice lacking. 'Prince' was such a pet O dear! "And then, Lizzie," continued Mrs. Dering, apparently not noticing the way all faces were going down.
"'I too come, said Harriet, seeing that we were all hors de combat, and she elevated her buttocks and pressing her mount tightly to Ernestine's face, found relief in a shower of love's dew, and then sank back exhausted on the sofa. "In a minute or two we all rose, washed ourselves and were ready for another bout. "'Seat yourself on the sofa, Mr. Clarence, said Harriet. "I obeyed.
"The people we are after," she said, "like it all the better the more they have to pay." And to Ernestine's astonishment she seemed to be right again, for the present. That, Ernestine concluded, must be another freak of this "rich trade"; the "swells" expected to be done and would be disdainful if they weren't. Ernestine had a good deal of contempt for their patrons.
Madame I said the Abbe Gelon and the Abbe Brice, and you add, 'And his son. It is your fault, dear. He must be a choir-boy, that cherub. Madame Well, but of whose son are you speaking? Her Friend Of Ernestine's son, don't you know, Albert, a picture of innocence. He heard your husband's pleasantry, and his mother was vexed. Madame My dear, I really don't know to what you refer.
Number 232, almost directly opposite Ernestine's loft, had been among the first thus to renew its youth. The old iron balconies had been restored and little green shutters with crescent-shaped peep-holes added, and also flower-filled window-boxes.
"Laws! miss, not much, I guess, only that little trunk there," answered the woman, pointing to what might have been a good sized band-box, that stood in the corner, and which, in other days would hardly have held Ernestine's sashes, ribbons and trinkets, let alone the smallest corner of her wardrobe. "I am going," said Roger, tiptoeing carefully to Olive's side.
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