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Notwithstanding this critical state of affairs, express duty had to be performed, and it required brave men for the task. There were present, however, those who stood ready to volunteer to execute all express orders. Before proceeding with our own case, we will illustrate these critical times. It was necessary to dispatch an expressman to Fort Union.
"I wonder how much the expressman will charge to bring my trunks from the station. Then, too, I wonder where I can put them. I wouldn't think of spoiling the looks of our room with them." "You can put one of them over in that corner," planned Evelyn, "and we could get one into the closet. It's large and quite light. The other two Miss Harlowe will allow you to leave in the trunk room."
Edestone himself, doing some juggling tricks with heavy dumb-bells and weights, but we learned afterwards from the porter that an expressman had left two large and heavy trunks marked, 'A. M. Black and P. S. Stanton, at No. 4141 Grosvenor Square East." "Well what is the report," demanded Bombiadi, "on No. 4141 Grosvenor Square?"
He immediately said to me that now he would tell me about a friend of his, who had a pretty large family, eight of them living, and one in Philadelphia; and then for no reason he seemed to change his mind, and said he would sing me a song written expressly for him by an expressman; and he went on from one wild gayety to another, until he had worked his audience up to quite a frenzy of enthusiasm, and almost had a recall when he went off.
"Don't you wish Allen would come, too?" asked Mollie, slily. "Hush!" exclaimed Betty, with a glance at Alice and Kittie. "Well, I'm going back, anyhow!" decided Grace, as she paid the expressman. "I'll tell Will there is a big box for him, and that will be a good excuse for him coming back. They must not fight. Papa would not like it." "Well, perhaps that is a good plan," agreed Betty.
"I gave my checks to the expressman," she explained to Penelope. Corey stood helpless. Irene turned upon him, and gave him her hand. "How do you do, Mr. Corey?" she said, with a courage that sent a thrill of admiring gratitude through him. "Where's mamma, Pen? Papa gone to bed?" Penelope faltered out some reply embodying the facts, and Irene ran up the stairs to her mother's room. Mrs.
I bet she'd be glad to come." "Don't speak in that way, Walter," said his father. "I dislike to have you speak of stealing, even in fun." At this moment there was a knock at the front door. Farmer Nelson's house was an old-fashioned one, and not provided with a bell. "Go to the door, Sarah," said her father. Sarah obeyed. "Good-evening, Nahum," she said to the village expressman.
"The expressman's on his way up with an immense box," she cried, tossing back her hair, and talking as excitedly as though Exeter Hall were governed by a Board of Starvation. Elizabeth hurried to the door. The expressman was already there, with about as much as he could carry. Mary, as usual, arose to the occasion. She assisted to unpack.
He would wait until she spoke to him about it and then he would give his consent. And and it would please Captain Sam, at any rate. He rose and, going to the window, looked out once more across the yard. What he saw astonished him. The back door of the house was partially open and a man was just coming out. The man, in dripping oil-skins and a sou'wester, was Philander Hardy, the local expressman.
The expressman told some sort of story, pointing with his elbow toward the house, but the other was incredulous, gravely shaking his head, putting his chin in the air, and closing his eyes. Inside the house itself there was a hushed and subdued bustling that centred about a particular room.
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