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By this time the gentleman had come within speaking distance of the ladies, whom he instantly recognized, his fine eyes lighting with pleasure as they fell upon Katherine. He courteously lifted his hat. "Good-afternoon, Miss Reynolds," he said, with a genial smile, as he extended his hand in greeting. "And, Miss Minturn, this is certainly an unexpected pleasure!
Good-afternoon, Bevis dear; come to-morrow, and you shall hear the peewit's news, and be sure and not forget to put the right foot out of bed first in the morning." Bevis kissed his hand to the squirrel, and went home with the dragon-fly.
"Good-afternoon, Canon Ronder," she said. "It is very good of you to see me. I shall not detain you very long." "Well, what is it, Miss Milton?" he said, looking over his shoulder at her. "I am very busy, as a matter of fact. All these Jubilee affairs however, if I can help you." "You can help me, sir. It is a most serious matter, and I need your advice."
I have been pretty busy house-cleaning since they came, and that is only two weeks ago, but I am going to call." "I think it is one's duty to call on new-comers, with a view to their church-going, if nothing else," said Mrs. Van Dorn, with a virtuous air. "So do I," said Mrs. Lee. "Good-afternoon," said Mrs. Van Dorn. "What a beautiful day it is!" Both ladies bade Mrs.
The boy returned a friendly "Good-afternoon," and waited for the stranger to continue. "She looks some as if you was the whole pack on this deal," was the next remark. "Well," replied Wilbur, looking at him quizzically, "I wasn't conscious of being crowded here."
Miss Hamelyn left the carriage and ascended the steep little flight of steps that leads from the road to the cottage garden. In the porch a singular figure was awaiting her. "Good-afternoon, Madame Petrucci," said Miss Hamelyn. A slender old lady, over sixty, rather tall, in a brown silk skirt, and a white burnoose that showed the shrunken slimness of her arms, came eagerly forward.
Perhaps some king has hidden away in it, or soldier when he was pursued by his enemies!" "Hulloo," said Dudley, looking up the hill; "here is such a funny looking woman coming down with a donkey, her skirt is nearly up to her knees, and she has a man's boots on." Old Principle paused in his work, and in a minute or two greeted the newcomer. "Good-afternoon, Mrs. Cullen, how's your husband to-day?"
Her cheeks were like roses now, and Betty's kitchen apron made another frock over hers of gay chintz, that had been exhumed from the chest. "Good-afternoon," recovering herself. "The cookies look delightful. I must taste one," Mrs. Leverett said smilingly. She handed the plate to Aunt Priscilla. "It'll just spoil my supper if I eat one. But you may do up some in a paper, and I'll take them home.
Rand stood back, and with a "Good-afternoon to you all, gentlemen," the President wheeled his horse and rode down the street towards his mountain home.
"Good-afternoon." "Good-afternoon, Mr. Ducaine." I closed the door. Lady Angela was lounging in my easy chair with a slight smile upon her lips. "Two lady callers in one afternoon, Mr. Ducaine," she remarked quietly. "You will lose your head, I am afraid." "I can assure you, Lady Angela," I answered, "that there is not the slightest fear of such a catastrophe."
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