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They's some chaps from Greenbank down here, and they're in for a frolic, and somebody's hen-roost'll suffer, I guess; and they don't like you boys, and they talked about routing you out to-night." "Thank you," said Jack. "Let 'em rout," said Bob. But the poor little Pet Owl was all in a cold shudder again. About eleven o'clock, King Pewee's party had picked the last bone of Mrs. Kane's chicken.
But now they had betrayed him. All the town was looking to see whether he would succeed in conducting his school without whipping. A good many would be glad to see him fail. Today they would be saying all over Greenbank that the new teacher couldn't manage his school.
Parsons that's the lawyer's name hates him, and he hates Mr. Parsons. So I know Mr. Parsons will be delighted to spite him by giving his consent, if you just say Uncle Mortimer is trying to force me into a marriage against my will with his nephew Samuel Greenbank is his nephew, you know no relation to me. It is Aunt Jemima who is Papa's sister." All this seemed quite convincing.
John Morey, who in 1771 presented the clock, which for many years ornamented the front gallery of the First Church, and is today faithfully meeting its duties in the Parish House. Greenbank, a quiet old home overlooking the Arboretum, holds among its treasures a record of a few years, when Rev.
All go on from year to year with the same servants, the same surroundings, no changes, no moving, no building even; in delightful contrast with our periodical upheavals, always uncertain where we shall go next, or how long our main dependents will stand by us. From Bristol I went to Greenbank to visit Mrs. Helen Bright Clark.
She was looking at him now with her large, innocent eyes, which contained no shadow of gêne over the unusual situation, and then she answered quite simply: "I haven't a home, you know I'm just staying at the Inn with Uncle Mortimer and Aunt Jemima and and Mr. Greenbank and we are tourists, I suppose, and were looking at the pictures when when I had to run away."
Greenbank? You had to flee from him you said he was horrid, I believe?" Miss Delburg had removed her hat, and was trying to tidy her hair before readjusting it; she had the hat-pin in her mouth, but took it out to answer vehemently: "So he is, a pig! And I went and got engaged to him this morning!
"I do think it would be a good plan, and we must do it if we can get this person's leave Yes, and do it quickly before we change our minds, or something interferes. Everyone would think we were perfectly mad, but as it suits us both, that is no one's business Only you are rather young and er I don't know Greenbank. You are sure he is horrid?" The girl clasped her hands together with force. "Sure!
They soon had the skiff loaded, for all three were eager to see the folks at Greenbank. Jack's mother had been at home more than a week, and he was the most impatient of the three. But they could not leave without a good-bye to Judge Kane and his wife, to which good-bye they added a profusion of bashful boyish thanks for kindness received. The Judge walked to the boat-landing with them.
It was at this time that they began to play that favorite game of Greenbank, which seems to be unknown almost everywhere else. It is called "king's base," and is full of all manner of complex happenings, sudden surprises, and amusing results. Each of the boys selected a base or goal. A row of sidewalk trees were favorite bases. There were just as many bases as boys.
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