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Plummer had not heard anything in person from the Graysons, nor had he sent any message to them, and the mountains were full of talk about his bolt, which was now spoken of as an accepted fact. Mr. Crayon's first meeting with Mr. Plummer came about in quite an accidental and easy way Mr.
The sun, a huge red ball, sank in the prairie, twilight fell, the ordeal of the dining-car was repeated, and not long afterwards Harley sought his bed in the swaying berth. The next morning they were in the home town, and there were a band and a reception committee, and Harley slipped quietly away to his hotel, being reminded first by the Graysons that he was to take dinner with them.
"I meant to speak to them about it yesterday, and ask them to be sure to come early, but I forgot it." "Did we invite the Harlands?" said Bob. "I can't think whether we did or not," said Bumble. "I know we were undecided about them. But we asked the Graysons, and here they come now." "Well, I'm glad somebody's coming," said Nan; "but, no, they aren't turning in, they're driving by!"
But at the time they could only offer suitable congratulations to Chèrie, who received them and carried off the situation with a charming mingling of assurance and graciousness, which was worthy of her mother. But the Graysons were right in saying it was quick work; late one afternoon Chèrie heard of Mr.
Grayson himself apparently took no notice. Harley returned to their car with the Graysons, but in the afternoon he detached himself somewhat, and came in touch with the fluctuating crowd that passed down the aisle it was always a part of his duty, as well as his inclination, to know the thoughts and feelings of outsiders, because it was outsiders who made the world, and it was from them, too, that the insiders came.
Churchill's opinion of Mr. Heathcote also improved. There was yet one element in the situation that was not clarified. Mr. Plummer not only failed to appear upon the scene, but did not communicate in any manner with either the Graysons or Sylvia.
Grayson, but she noticed that Sylvia made no offer to show the letter. Hitherto the letters of "King" Plummer had been read by all the Graysons as a matter of course, just as one shares interesting news. "He is a good man, and he will be a good husband," said Mrs. Grayson.
Her three daughters, Jane, Florence, and Alice, are standing near her, all looking rather weary. "What a bore these parties are!" exclaimed the eldest. "I'm sick to death of them. I shall be tired out before the evening begins." "So shall I," chimes in her sister Florence. "I hate having to be civil to those odious little frights, the Graysons, and their cousins.
Sometimes he thought that it would have been better had the Graysons granted her request to go, because he could see that she was suffering from a constant nervous strain, and that her gayety with the group was often forced. They came at last to Grafton, a village in the corner of North Dakota, where a sweep of low mountains opens out for a space and forms a wide valley.
And there are the Twicketts and the Graysons and the Blackstones right in this one little valley, to say nothing of all the troubles one reads of in the papers." "No!" contradicted Eugenia, emphatically. "You have no right to hold them up as examples. It is plainly to be seen that Mrs. Deckly and Mrs. Twickett and Mrs. Grayson and Mrs. Blackstone were not Hildegardes.
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