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Neo-Colonial, of a purity unsurpassed by the Colonists themselves. A park stretching in front; gardens at the back; steps up to a great porch, and a front door copied from the Frary house in Old Deerfield. A great hall at its back twin halves of a perfect staircase. To the right, a charming morning room, where Petticoat led his bride. "You like it? It's not inharmonious.
I hated, like thunder, to sell his goods when they were branded 'Chicago, but when he changed that to 'American' I bought as freely of him as from others. He was jovial, sociable, and wide awake. I wish he might have lived to enjoy his well-earned success." "What has become of Jim Frary?" "I have lost sight of him. If any man ever had a good chance to make a strike I think Frary is the man.
"One's been so rude don't you know forgetting her!" "She probably won't know us," Mrs. Frary whispered back, adjusting her veil in a stealthy way. Mrs. Frary was right. The Kirbys presently passed with only a cursory glance at the swathed occupants of the motor-car. They were laughing like a lot of children as they scrambled through the hedge.
I imagine that when he took hold of the management of his concern, after Jim Frary had stepped down and out, he had about as unpromising a job on his bands as a man could have. Frary was a terrible cuss to pile up goods, I'm told, and the stock was in horrible shape. But Landers rode through the storm, and his business has seen some mighty prosperous years." "Did you know Rubel?" "Of Chicago?
The two sitting in the motor gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, lovey," the woman's voice went on, "you and Bill may turn, if Mary doesn't mind. Be careful of my fern, Jack!" And then, in German: "Aren't they lovely in all the grass and flowers, John?" "Margaret!" breathed Mrs. Frary. "Poor, dear Margaret Kirby!" "I hope they don't go by this way," whispered Mrs. Dunning, after an astounded second.
You would if you were to meet him. He's one of the most unassuming and gentle-mannered men you ever met. If he only had a little confidence in himself he would be the Napoleon of the table cutlery trade, but he is inclined to listen to everybody's advice and not assert himself." "I had a deal with Frary once that amused me.
Judge Sewall thus describes in his diary under the date of November, 1685, the method at that time of appointing or ordaining a deacon: "In afternoon Mr. Willard ordained our Brother Theophilus Frary to the office of a Deacon. Declared his acceptance January 11th first now again. Propounded him to the congregation at Noon.
With Weibusch back of him, furnishing money and brains, with a combination in prices on a profitable basis, and with the boom in business, that concern ought to have made piles of money. But it is not generally supposed that they did. Frary has become temporarily eclipsed, and General Trunk manages it as if it was an orchestra. "Don't you like Trunk?" "Like him? Of course I do.
Just outside the little village of Applebridge, something mysterious and annoying happened to the car, which stopped short, and after some discussion it was decided that the ladies should wait therein, while the men walked back in search of help. Mrs. Dunning and Mrs. Frary, settling themselves comfortably in the tonneau for a long wait, puzzled themselves a little over the name of Applebridge.
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