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Pretty soon she heard the garden gate swing to, and she ran out into the back yard, to meet Frank, who was hurrying along with a sober face, very different from his usual joyous expression. He held his cap together with both hands, and Fanny's heart beat hard, when she heard the feeble plaint of the poor imprisoned bird.
Seven weeks of the two months were very nearly gone, when the one letter, the letter from Edmund, so long expected, was put into Fanny's hands. As she opened, and saw its length, she prepared herself for a minute detail of happiness and a profusion of love and praise towards the fortunate creature who was now mistress of his fate. These were the contents
They weren't, but she was too hungry to care. Not too hungry, though, to note with quick eye all that the little restaurant held of interest, nor too sleepy to respond to the friendly waitress who, seeing their dusty boots, and the sprig of sumac stuck in Fanny's coat, said, "My, it must have been swell in the country today!" as her flapping napkin precipitated crumbs into their laps.
But it won't be for very long. And I want to earn my own living all the same." "I can't think of letting you do that." "I must. It won't make any difference to my adoption." He scowled. So repugnant to him was this subject that he judged it would be equally distasteful to Barbara. "It was Fanny's idea," he said. "I thought it would be."
I'm goin' to get a microphylla rose, too, in the fall. Do you reckon it would grow up North, Gabriella?" "Well, we might try, anyhow. Where are the children?" "Fanny's over at Carlie's, an' Archibald said he was goin' to the gymnasium befo' dinner. He's just crazy about gettin' as strong as the man on the first floor. He was punching a ball this mornin', and Archibald saw him.
"To say nothing of Norman's boys, and his wonderful daughter, and Fanny's young gentleman, who will compare with any of them now, I think," said Rose. "We will have a house full and a merry wedding," said Arthur. "Though it won't be as grand as the other one, Rosie, I'm afraid. If we only could have Mrs Snow here, Graeme?" Graeme shook her head.
Waddington standing up before the long looking-glass in his new pyjamas; Mr. Waddington appearing in the doorway of Fanny's bedroom as Jupiter, with forked lightning zig-zagging out of him into every corner; Mr. Waddington stooping to climb into his bed, a broad back view with lightnings blazing out of it. And it was that moment that Mr.
After having admired the drawings and pictures, and Fanny's kettle-holder, we sallied forth with our friendly guide. It was quite fine and sunshiny, and the gardens and academic shades really beautiful. We went to the University Hall the election of a new Professor to the Chemical Professorship was going on.
"Fanny's a snob. It makes me sick to hear her talk sometimes. If she were here now, she'd be full of these Pelhams, and as thick with 'em when they came, whether they were nice or not. If they were ever so nice, she'd snub 'em if they were not up in the world, what you call 'swells. She never got such stuff as that from the Wentworths."
On one side of the curve, a big rock jutted out at right angles to the road, and on the other a cobble stone gutter offered almost as dangerous an alternative. Fortunately, Fanny, or rather Fanny's sled, chose the latter. There was a second of flying snow mixed up somehow with Fanny's arms and legs, and then quiet. Polly and Lois dashed to the spot. "Are you hurt?" Lois demanded. Fanny sat up.
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