United States or Montenegro ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Giff, dear," she asked, "did you observe, last Sunday, how ill poor little Lois looked?" "No," he said, somewhat startled. "Ah, yes," said Miss Ruth, nodding her head so that the white asters trembled, "she has never really gotten over that disappointment about young Forsythe." "But she was not engaged to him," responded Gifford boldly.
She's here she can't go home!" Gifford was too astounded to speak. "Yes," Lois cried, clinging to his arm, her eyes overflowing, "he is a wicked man he is cruel and she thinks I am, Giff, just because I said he was!" Lois's agitation drove him into his most deliberate speech. "What do you mean? I do not understand." "Of course not! Nobody could think of anything so awful.
It is the same to me whether I rot in the air or in the ground. The earth is the Lord's: my fatherland is wherever well-doing is. I haiff bein ready to giff my lyff whar it was nocht halff sa weill wared, at the pleasour of my God. I leived out of your countrey ten yeirs as weill as in it.
Gifford Woodhouse had lately returned from Europe, and his three years' travel had not prepared his aunts to treat him as anything but the boy he seemed to them when he left the law school. They still "sent dear Giff" here, or "brought him" there, and arranged his plans for him, in entire unconsciousness that he might have a will of his own.
But Helen shook her head. "No, Gifford, that never does any good at all. And I do not believe it is needed. The only thing to do now is to trust Lois. I have no anxiety about her; if he is what you say, her own ideal will protect her. Ah, Giff, I'm disappointed in you. I shouldn't have thought you could doubt Lois." "I don't!" he cried, "only I am so afraid!"
Lois is all right, dreadfully distressed, of course, about the accident; saying it is her fault, and all that sort of thing. But she wasn't to blame; some fool left a newspaper to blow along the road and frighten the horse. She needs you to cheer her up." "Poor little Mr. Denner!" Helen exclaimed. "I'm glad Giff is with him. Has Mr. Forsythe come?"
Howe, bringing his fist heavily down on the table. "I shouldn't have thought that of Ward, outrageous!" Gifford looked surprised. "What a cruel man!" Lois cried; while Miss Deborah said suddenly, "Giff, dear, have those flannels of yours worn well?" But Gifford apparently did not hear her. "Why, doctor," he remonstrated, "you misunderstand Ward.
Na, na! when I was in that way I played at giff- gaff with the officers: here a cargo taen vera weel, that was their luck; there another carried clean through, that was mine; na, na! hawks shouldna pike out hawks' een. 'And this Colonel Mannering? said Brown.
Word Of The Day