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"Oh," he cried, "there's Hessie! She will carry me!" "You little goose!" said his father tenderly, "can she carry you better than I can?" "She is not stronger than you, papa, because you are a big man; but I think Hessie has more carry in her. She has such strong arms!" Hester was running, and when she came near was quite out of breath.
Really, Lily Pendleton had improved a good deal since the time Jess mentioned, and the latter's blunt speech brought her to a better mind at once. "Well, of course," she said, offering Janet her hand, "I did not mean it just that way. You know how cranky Hessie is when she does get mad. But Laura has suggested a perfectly splendid idea.
His mother and sisters were very kind to me when I came, but I was not so accustomed then as I am now to be treated familiarly and called 'Hessie, which no one has ever called me before, and I am afraid I was not so responsive as I see now I ought to have been. Down here it seems your friends are the people whom you live near, not the ones you like. It seems a curious arrangement.
The other characters had to speak of, and even to, the important and missing character, and it was plain to all as the play progressed that the absence of "the dark lady" was going to be a fatal hindrance to the success of the piece. Even Lily Pendleton, Hester's last lingering friend, showed a good deal of spleen at Hester's action. "I never will forgive Hessie," Lily said, almost in tears.
He lives next door to Hester. Do you know," said Lily, preening a little, "I think Tom is kind of sweet on Hessie." "Good night!" moaned Bobby. "What is the matter with him? Is he blind?" "He must have had very bad eyesight or he would not have run down that poor Mr. Weld on Market Street!" exclaimed Jess tartly. "What do you mean?" gasped Lily. "Tom Langley has gone away for the winter anyway.
The snow falls heavily and without interruption. The guides take no rest. EVENING. My Dear Hessie, we have been two days on Mont Blanc, in the midst of a terrible hurricane of snow, we have lost our way, and are in a hole scooped in the snow, at an altitude of 15,000 feet. I have no longer any hope of descending. The thought of this gives the sharpest pang that the tragic story conveys.
Bean's message to his wife, found when his body was discovered: "September 7, evening My dear Hessie: We have been two days on Mont Blanc in the midst of a terrible hurricane of snow; we have lost our way, and are in a hole scooped in the snow at an altitude of fifteen thousand feet. I have no longer any hope of descending. Perhaps this notebook will be found and sent to you.
The snow falls heavily and without interruption. The guides take no rest. EVENING. My Dear Hessie, we have been two days on Mont Blanc, in the midst of a terrible hurricane of snow, we have lost our way, and are in a hole scooped in the snow, at an altitude of 15,000 feet. I have no longer any hope of descending. The thought of this gives the sharpest pang that the tragic story conveys.
"If I'd done anything like that, you'd all have jumped on me," Hester Grimes declared with a sniff. "It wouldn't have been considered funny at all." "And it wouldn't have been," murmured Jess to Laura. "There is one thing about you, Hessie," said Bobby, in her most honeyed tone, "that 'precludes, as Gee Gee would say, your doing such a thing." "What's that, Miss Smarty?"
Hester's heart was very sore because of this new grief, but she saw some hope in it. "He is too heavy for you, Hester," said her father. "Surely as it is my fault, I ought to bear the penalty!" "It's no penalty is it, Markie?" said Hester merrily. "No, Hessie," replied Mark, almost merrily. " You don't know how strong Hessie is, papa!" "Yes, I am very strong. And you ain't heavy are you, Markie?"
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