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Higby was in favor of the pending bill, and opposed its reference to the Committee on Reconstruction. He preferred that it should be retained in the House, where it could be changed, matured, and finally passed. He contended that the rebel States should not come into the Union under any milder conditions than those imposed upon Territories recently passed upon in Congress.
She says she can, though I know she don't like babies, especially boy-babies; she said so once. And so he will be happy. And that's all I can write to-day, Mrs. Fargo, because every minute I'm afraid Polly will want me. And just the very minute when Phronsie was dotting the "i" in her name. Mrs. Higby came toiling up the stairs, holding her gingham gown well away from her feet.
"Sure as I can be," said Charlotte, steadily moving off in pace with Ben, as they carried Pickering between them. "Excuse me!" Ben rushed in without knocking upon the Bradbury & Graeme Company. "Do you mind" to Jack "I'm awfully sorry to ask it, but I can't leave him. Will you run to the doctor's and fetch him? Mrs. Higby, the landlady downstairs, you know, will tell you where to find him."
Carstyle seized a moment of tete-a-tete to confide in him that the dear child hated the idea of leaving, and was going only because her friend Mrs. Higby would not let her off. Of course, if it had not been for Mr. Carstyle's peculiarities they would have had their own seaside home at Newport, probably: Mrs.
Loughead, who, despite Doctor Bryce's verdict, had never seemed quite well enough in his own estimation for his departure from the "Higby hospital," on the contrary brightened up, exclaiming, "Now, that is something like to hear Miss Polly laugh like that bless her!" "Good-by, Pickering," said Polly, coming into his room, old Mr.
Higby's arms to look at the round red cheeks and bright eyes. "Oh, Mrs. Higby! and you're just as nice!" With that she clasped her impulsively around the neck. "And Pickering likes you too, Mrs. Higby," continued Phronsie, "he says you're as good as gold." "You don't say so!" cried Mrs.
"It seems Judge Geer had gone out an' spread it broadcast that I was in town, for they followed me everywhere. Next thing I run into Reverend Kearns and Reverend Higby, huntin' me hard. They both had one idee. "'We wanted to have a memor'al service to the churches 'bout Nat, they sez; 'then it come over us that it was the town's affair really.
Carstyle preferred the tone of Newport and Irene would not have been dependent on the charity of her friends; but as it was, they must be thankful for small mercies, and Mrs. Higby was certainly very kind in her way, and had a charming social position for Narragansett.
"Oh, cert'in," cried Mrs. Higby, ambling off toward the stairs. And presently Mrs. Cabot in a pink morning gown came down the hall toward Polly, and put both arms around her. "What is it, dear?" she asked caressingly. "Come out of doors," begged Polly, "I can't breathe here. Come, Mrs. Cabot." And Mrs. Cabot, her arms still around Polly, was drawn out to the old porch, Phronsie following.
Jasper bent his broad straw hat over the basket of fish a minute. "Oh!" screamed Phronsie, clapping grimy little hands and darting off, "have they come?" "My! what a sight of fish," exclaimed Mrs. Higby, getting down on her knees before the basket. "Now I s'pose you want some fried for dinner, don't you, Mr. Jasper?"
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