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Haverley," she said, turning toward him, "is there anything I can do to help you in shutting up the house? You know I am maid of all work as well as cook. Perhaps I should go down and see if the kitchen fire is safe." "Oh, no, no!" exclaimed Ralph; "I attend to all those things, at least, when we have no servant."
She now directed her steps toward one of the hotels, where she knew there was a telegraph office. "No matter what has happened, or what has not happened," she said to herself as she hurried along, "he ought to be here, and he must come!" The old lady's hand trembled a good deal as she wrote a telegram to Ralph Haverley, but the operator at the window could read it.
"Our sympathies are rather divided, but I hope the Osprey will win." "Thank you, Lady Greendale, but I am by no means sanguine about it. "I fancy, Miss Haverley, that you and Miss Greendale will see the winning flag flying overhead when the race is over." "Why do you think so, Major?" Lord Haverley asked. "The general opinion is that your record is better than that of the Phantom.
There's rather more sickness in the out-villages than I care for, but then I'm so blistered with prickly-heat that I'm ready to hang myself. What's the yarn about your mashing a Miss Haverley up there? Not serious, I hope? You're over-young to hang millstones round your neck, and the Colonel will turf you out of that in double-quick time if you attempt it."
He acquitted himself beautifully and received the wise congratulations of his mother, of Mr. Irving, and of the company." That is the nicest newspaper notice I have ever read! At Chicago I made my first speech. The Haverley Theater, at which we first appeared in 1884, was altered and rechristened the "Columbia" in 1885.
I discovered you, Dora, before we had half finished supper, but I thought the trick was being played on me alone. I had no idea that Mr. Haverley thought you were the new cook." "I certainly did think so," cried Ralph, "and what is more, I intended to discharge you to-morrow morning."
At last, it was the third of April, and on that day, in a large bright room of a New York boarding-house, kneeling in front of an open trunk, were Mr. Ralph Haverley and his sister Miriam. Presently Miriam, whose years had not yet reached fifteen, vigorously pushed a pair of slippers into an unoccupied crevice in the trunk, and then, drawing back, seated herself on a stool.
More than that I will not say; but I will say that your sister can never find any friend so eager to love her, and so willing to help and be helped by her in so many ways in which girls can help each other, as my dear Dora. Now bestir yourself, Mr. Haverley, and make Miriam look at this thing as she ought to.
"Precisely," said Miss Panney; "and her own business will be to settle for life at Cobhurst. She may not be courting young Haverley to-day, but she will begin to-morrow. She will do it, and what is more, she would be a fool if she did not.
Standing there with her dishevelled hair, her flushed cheeks, her sparkling eyes and her quaint gown, Ralph thought her the most beautiful creature he had ever gazed upon. "How do you do, Mr. Haverley?" said Dora, advancing and extending her hand; "I know you are not willing to eat with cooks, but I do not believe you will object to shaking hands with one, now and then."
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