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"Your folks all well, Miss Goldthwaite?" "Thank you, yes; and papa and mamma are coming from New York next week, if the weather keeps fine. I can hardly sleep or eat for joy, Miss Hepsy; and Frank is almost as bad." "You be like children about your father and mother yet," said Miss Hepsy brusquely. "I reckon you'd better not marry in Pendlepoint, or there'll be an end to your goin' home any more."
The possibility had occurred to Leslie Goldthwaite as she and Dakie Thayne amused themselves one day with Captain Green's sagacious Sir Charles Grandison, a handsome black spaniel, whose trained accomplishment was to hold himself patiently in any posture in which he might be placed, until the word of release was given.
A proof set in the very laws themselves, momentum that must lessen and lose itself with the square of the distance. The machinery cavil won't do." "Wheels; but a living spirit within the wheels," said Cousin Delight. "Every instant a fresh impulse; to think of it so makes it real, Miss Goldthwaite, and grand and awful."
Goldthwaite did a better and more sensible thing than this; when Leslie was fifteen, she presented her with pieces of beautiful linen and cotton and cambric, and bade her begin to make garments which should be in dozens, to be laid by, in reserve, as she completed them, until she had a well-filled bureau that should defend her from the necessity of what she called a "wretched living from hand to mouth, always having underclothing to make up, in the midst of all else that she would find to do and to learn."
They might have transplanted the game, they did take slips from it, and we might not always have had tickets to our own play; but they could not transplant Harry Goldthwaite and Dakie Thayne.
Leslie went to church, of course, the Goldthwaites were always regular in this; and she wore her quiet straw bonnet. Mrs. Goldthwaite had a feeling that hats were rather pert and coquettish for the sanctuary.
Nothing troubled Peter, or nothing but those phantoms of the mind which seem like vague recollections, yet have also the aspect of presentiments. He often paused with his axe uplifted in the air, and said to himself, "Peter Goldthwaite, did you never strike this blow before?" or "Peter, what need of tearing the whole house down?
Goldthwaite preached only half an hour; but his sermon was so beautiful and comforting, and so easily understood, that Lucy thought Sunday would recompense her for all the troubles of the week. Tom's eyes never left Mr. Goldthwaite's earnest face, and I believe that the memory of his words remained with the boy for weeks after.
Suddenly somebody, just come, and springing in at the open door, heard his name. "Harry! Help me with this!" And Harry Goldthwaite pushed aside two men at the foot of the staircase, lifted up a small boy and swung him over the baluster, and ran up to the landing. "Take hold of it with me," said Barbara, hurriedly. "It is valuable. We must carry it ourselves. Don't let anybody touch it.
Once in a while it occurred to Leslie Goldthwaite to wonder why it was that she was able to forget that she found she had forgotten, in a measure those little self-absorptions that she had been afraid of, and that had puzzled her in her thoughtful moments. She had taken up her little opportunities as they came.
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