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Down dropped the ball of yarn, and with exultant cries each little girl seized an outstretched hand of the secretary, and together they ran over the grass to meet the good Mr. Hemphill. Of course he was obliged to want to tell them a story; they expected it of him, and they were his employer's children.
"She's in love with Martha's little Jim," said the first girl, "but I am in love with Henry. He's eight. Both boys." "I wouldn't be in love with a girl," said the little one contemptuously. This interruption was a help to Mr. Hemphill, and his redness paled a little.
"But he is not a candidate," said Olive; "he has been ruled out. However," she added with a little laugh, "nothing can be done just now, for they have not all entered themselves in the competition; Mr. Hemphill has not proposed yet." At that instant the rest of the family joined them on their way to luncheon.
Benjamin and Slidell of Louisiana, Hemphill and Wigfall of Texas, Iverson of Georgia, and Johnson of Arkansas, voting "nay." The question at once recurred on the amendment of Mr. Clark being a substitute for the Crittenden Resolutions, declaring in effect all Compromise unnecessary. To let that substitute be adopted, was to insure the failure of the Crittenden proposition.
"Pardon me," Billy said to Mrs. White on the way to open the door. "Surprising how many interruptions a fellow has in a place like this." On the threshold stood a young man, groomed within an inch of his life; hair faultless; shoes immaculate; tie and scarf pin elaborate. "Oh, a thousand pardons, Hemphill. Didn't dream you were entertaining. Just looking for a book Calculus.
"Remember the time the Proctortoise caught us up here?" Sue Hemphill asked, helping herself to her sixth sandwich. "Proctortoise" was one of Fraulein's many appellations. "I never was so scared in my life. That was my first midnight feast, and I thought for some time it would be my last." "I reckon I do remember," Annabel said. "I lost my privileges for a month because I owned I got it up.
He was sitting on a low bench with one little girl upon each knee. He was not a stranger to the children, for they had frequently met him during their winter residences in cities. He was telling them a story when Olive approached. He made an attempt to rise, but the little girls would not let him put them down. "Don't move, Mr. Hemphill," said Olive; "I am going to sit down myself."
Under the "courage in one's own," a faint line had been drawn. "What's the matter with Blue Bonnet?" Annabel Jackson asked Sue Hemphill. "She looks sick or worried to death. What's happened?" "I don't know," Sue said, shrugging her shoulders.
Easterfield, laughing. "It may be somewhat of a breach of confidence, but I am going to tell you nevertheless; because I think you deserve it; that I am also deputed to decline the addresses of Mr. Hemphill, and Mr. Du Brant." "Hurrah!" cried Locker. "Mrs. Easterfield, I envy you; and if you don't feel like performing the rest of your mission, you can depute it to me.
Hemphill, with her own baby in her arms, kept a sharp lookout both on this little group, and upon the two men in the small bedroom. It seemed to Joyce that the place was aswarm with bustling humanity, and struck her with a sharp pang that the little children should see and hear so much of these gruesome details. Just as they entered Mrs. Hemphill's high-pitched voice was making a remark
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