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The moment he had an opportunity he would speak to Olive again, and the existence of other people did not concern him. Mr. Hemphill was walking by the river; Olive had not allowed him to come to the house with her, for his face was so radiant with the ecstasy of not having been discarded by her that she did not wish him to be seen. From her window Mrs.
Hemphill's, to display the golden-brown beauties before allowing one of the family to touch them. But, a few days later, Mrs. Hemphill, not to be outdone, invited Mother Flaherty in to tea, and they were served to a neat little meal by Tirza and Polly, where every article, from the smoking-hot croquettes to the really delicate custard and cakes, was the work of these two little girls.
Easterfield, but really I should feel dreadfully if I thought I had been set aside for such a queer customer as he is." Mrs. Easterfield did not laugh then; but when Hemphill had gone, and she had joined her husband, they had a good time together. "And so they all recommend Lancaster," said he. "So far," she answered; "but I have yet to hear what Mr. Du Brant has to say."
We are making up a game of tennis. Mr. Du Brant and Mr. Hemphill are there, but I can not find Mr. Locker." Mrs. Easterfield could spare him, and Dick Lancaster, with the curbed chain pressing him very hard, walked away with Olive Asher. The Captain and Maria.
You'll excuse me, won't you?" About five minutes before time for the lights to be put out, there was a gentle knock at Blue Bonnet's door. Sue Hemphill put her head in and glanced round. "Where's Joy?" she asked, drawing something in after her. "In the bathroom." "Good! Here, turn down your bed quick, Blue Bonnet."
I think he must have been a good deal cut up by being interrupted in that dreadful way, for he grumbled and growled, and did not go into the house for some time. I am sure he would have been very glad to fight if any one had come down." "You mean," said Mrs. Easterfield, "if Mr. Locker had come." "Well," said the secretary, "if Mr. Hemphill had appeared I have no doubt he would have answered. Mr.
"No, I can't say that I ever was but what I mean is, I am not nervous. I haven't any fear of things happening when I'm riding, or train wrecks or " "How about a mouse?" Sue Hemphill inquired. "You said the other night " Wee stiffened perceptibly. "Oh, how absurd, Sue a mouse! Nobody is afraid of a mouse really afraid they're just so horrid, that's all. They're such squirmy things ugh!
As Hemphill looked quite big and strong enough to execute this threat, and as he was too quiet a man to be ignored, Du Brant turned his face to the horse, and said no more. "I did not know you were such a trump" cried Locker. "Give me your hand. I should hate to be strangled by a foreigner!"
Easterfield's admiration for this young lady, which had been steadily growing, was not decreased by this remark. "This girl," said he to himself, "deserves a nimble-witted husband. Hemphill would never do for her. It seems to me," he said aloud, "that we are already well enough acquainted for me to proceed with the remarks which you have correctly assumed I came here to make."
He has walked out of my office into a fine position, and I unselfishly congratulated him with all my heart." "Poor Mr. Hemphill!" sighed Olive. She was thinking of the very young man she had sighed for when a very young girl. "He needs no pity," said Mr. Easterfield seriously.
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