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His voice arose in short, piercing yells. He turned purple with rage and pain. He drew up his knees and simply, soulfully screamed. Up and down the street neighbors came out upon their verandas, napkins in hand, and stared wonderingly at the Fenelby porch. Kitty and Billy stood like a wooden Mr. and Mrs. Noah in the toy ark, but Mr.
I couldn't say I wouldn't take it, could I? I had to be a gentleman about it. And then she tried to get me into trouble by telling you I would come down to breakfast wearing that collar. She tried to make out that I was a smuggler." "I suppose it was just a bit of fun," said Mr. Fenelby. "Girls are that way, some of them."
Kitty asked this with such an air of sincerity that Mr. Fenelby seated himself on one of the trunks and looked up at her anxiously. He could not recall that he had ever heard of any weakness of mind in Kitty or in her family, but he could not doubt his ears. "But but " he said, "but you don't mean to leave them here, do you?" Kitty smiled down at him reassuringly.
He forgave her all just on account of those few wet, wandering locks. "I'm so sorry!" he said, with enormous contrition. "I'm awfully sorry. I'm I'm mighty sorry. Really, I'm sorry." "Now, it doesn't matter a bit," said Kitty lightly. "Not a bit! I'll just run up and get on something dry " "You had better shut off the water," said Mrs. Fenelby, and went into the house.
Fenelby, and had not met Kitty, as he preferred to sleep in the city, rather than in the hammock on the porch. There is an admirable natural honesty in women that prevents them from claiming that their husbands are perfection.
I wrote Laura that I expected to be treated as one of the family while I was visiting her, and if the Domestic Tariff is part of the way the family is treated I certainly expect to live up to it. Now, don't blame Laura, for she was not only willing to have the trunks come in without paying duty, but insisted that they should." Mr. Fenelby looked very grave. He was in a perplexing situation.
"A quarter," said Mr. Fenelby, gaily. "I tell you, Laura, that boy will soon have a lot of money if it keeps coming in at that rate. A quarter here, and a quarter there! It is amazing how it mounts up." "Yes," she answered. "But shouldn't you put in seventy-five cents, Tom? Cigars are a luxury, aren't they? And you know you said luxuries were thirty per cent." Mr. Fenelby turned quickly.
"It will do us all good to walk down to the station, and we will take Bobberts." Billy stood still. The cheerful expression that had rested on his face faded. There would be a pretty lot of trouble if the whole lot of them went in a group, and he wondered that Kitty did not see this, and why she did not say something to dissuade Mrs. Fenelby from leaving the house.
He looked at her with greater interest than he had ever known himself to feel regarding any girl, and as he looked he had a startled sense that she was fairer than she had been, and he caught his breath quickly and began to talk to Mrs. Fenelby. "Tom," he said, after breakfast, as Mr. Fenelby was getting ready to leave to catch his train, "I think I'll walk over to the station with you.
Fenelby wrote down in the book these facts, and the Fenelby Tariff was in effect. The financial arrangements of the Fenelbys were extremely simple. Every week Mr. Fenelby received his salary and brought every cent of it home to Laura. Out of this she handed him back a sum that was unvaryingly the same, and with this Mr.
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