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The young Liggetts had sold the old house of Christopher's father, an immense brownstone mansion a few squares away, and lived in a modern, flat-faced gray-stone house that rose five stories from the beautifully arranged basement entrance.
It was a fountain; and when the robinets were opened these monsters spouted the water in every direction from their eyes and mouths. But at the bottom of the garden and at some distance from the wall of enclosure was an antique pavilion of gray-stone, the walls of which were nearly covered with ivy, and which, in spite of their dark hue, presented a very picturesque appearance.
You drive out with me to the University campus this time next year, David, and you'll see Bates Hall four stories high, with dormers and gables and things, and the name carved in gray-stone over the doorway, to stay there for the next century or two. They'll call the girls 'Susans, I dare say; but I sha'n't mind, and I don't suppose they will either.
Her house had a rather imposing but impassive front of gray-stone, with many neighbors, more or less varying the same type, to the right and to the left and over the way. The house had never the absolute effect of extending hospitality; but he understood the possibilities of the interior, and knew that a cup of tea late on a November afternoon was among them.
"We shall try to find him, anyway, shall we not to bring father home. For look, David!" She had halted. The small gloved hand was lifted, and the blue wings in her hat moved with an old-time majesty. "There is the palace we dreamed of!" Penelope and I were standing before a great gray-stone house.
As they turned the corner they became aware of an excited group of men and women in front of a big, gray-stone house, the name of which corresponded to that given by the visitor at Headquarters. The crowd was gathered in front of the entrance, talking excitedly, each asking the other what had happened.
At first Archibald imagined that the mantelpiece was going to fall, perhaps bringing down the whole partition with it; but when he had got over the first shock of surprise sufficiently to make an examination, he found that the entire structure of massive gray-stone was swung upon a concealed pivot, round which it turned independently of the brickwork of the fireplace.
We rode on amusing ourselves with applying this fanciful tale to the charming scenery around us, until we came to a lowly gray-stone farmhouse, of ancient date, situated in a solitary glen, on the margin of the brook, and overshadowed by venerable trees. It went by the name, as I was told, of the Weir Mill farmhouse.
The white miller in the doorway of the gray-stone, red-roofed mill laughed, and anxious children ran down from a knot of storybook cottages and gay dooryards. "I'll gie ye ten shullin's for the sperity bit dog," the miller shouted, above the clatter of the' wheel and the swish of the dam. "He isna oor ain dog," Geordie called back. "But he wullna droon.
McConnell get in for Mayor, or Jimmy Fagan?" I inquired, looking down the column. "They don't seem to have asked anybody." "And who got the Post Office?" "Not there, not there, my child!" "Oh!" said momma at the window, "these little gray-stone villages are too sweet for words. Why talk of Chicago? Mr. McConnell and Mr.
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