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"Then I must eat it myself, I suppose, though it do seem a shame to waste such a lovely chop on Ann Angelina Trapes! But, Hermy dear, I just been down to see Mrs. Bowker, an' her little Hazel's very bad her poor little hip again, an' she's coughin' too, somethin' dreadful." "Poor little Hazel! Did she ask for me, Ann?" "Well, my dear, she did, an' Mrs.
In the first place she was, as she had said, 'cramped to death, physically and mentally, both parts of her composition just spoiling for a fight; and whereas she had hitherto kept her face well out of the window, now she drew it resolutely within, for with somebody to look at, it did not suit Miss Hazel's ideas to be looking. She could not tease Mr. Falkirk, who had gone to sleep; Mr.
The words to the ear, however, were free and pleasant as ever. At the bottom of the hill, in the meadow, he came close to Wych Hazel's side. 'Don't canter here, said he. 'Trot. Not very fast, for the people are out from their work now, many of them. But we'll go as fast as we can. 'Fast as you like, she answered. 'I will follow your pace. 'No, said he, smiling; 'we might run over somebody.
But Hazel's happy heart was serenely unconscious of the incongruity of her surroundings, and she answered with a clear ring to her voice as the bishop asked her the questions: "I will." She was coming gladly to her new home.
Katherine and Hazel walked past the drive, into which Attorney Langford's automobile had turned, apparently without any concern or interest in the occupant of the machine. But after they had advanced forty or fifty yards beyond the drive, Hazel's curiosity got the best of her and she turned her head and looked back.
Behind Aunt Maria Hazel's maid wrung her hands and wept in a kind of hysterical joy over her mistress' return, and back of her in the gloom of the car vestibule loomed the dark countenance of Hamar with an angry, red mark across one cheek. He did not look particularly anxious to be there. The missionary turned from his evil face with repulsion.
Hazel became conscious for tension. 'Mother! Edward's voice shook with suppressed laughter, although he was indignant with Hazel's father for such a mistaken upbringing 'mother, would you give Hazel the receipt for this splendid cake? 'And welcome, my dear. The old lady was safely launched on her favourite topic. 'And if you'd like a seed-cake as well, you shall have it.
'Blasphemy, my dear, is not a thing you can do against people. It is disagreeing with the Lord that is blasphemy. 'I must ask you, anyway, never to mention Hazel's name to me until you can think of her differently. When, after saying good night to Hazel and Foxy, Edward had gone to bed, Mrs. Marston shook her head. 'Edward, she said, 'is not what he was. She waited till Hazel came in.
Tillie took down the receiver. Presently she was saying "no" and "yes," and then she repeated Cora's name. She handed the receiver to Cora with a whispered word. Hazel's face went very white. "You little goose!" exclaimed Bess, who instantly noticed the change. "Is there no one here worth a telephone message but Hazel Hastings?" "Yes, Ed Ed Foster," they heard Cora say.
Miss Fletcher seated herself again and looked on with the utmost satisfaction, while the children laughed and ate, and when the sandwich plates and coffee-pot and tea-pot and milk-pitcher were all emptied, she replenished them from the well-furnished sideboard. "My, I wish I was aunt Hazel's real little niece!" exclaimed Flossie, enchanted with pouring from the delightful china.
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