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Little Hildreth in his six-year-old wonderment was less judicial, or at least required less time and inquiry to decide, for he cried out even before an introduction could be given, "Oh, papa, see, I've got a new, young grandma."
After the book was disposed of ... then Europe ... then London ... then Paris, and all the large life of the brilliant world of intellect and literature that awaited me. But, at the present, one small, dainty, dark woman unconsciously stood in my pathway. I looked into Hildreth Baxter's face with caution, strangely disquieted, but proud to be outwardly self-possessed.
Nevertheless, it was the humanness in me that brought all the reporters who came to interview us to sympathise with Hildreth and me, instead of with Penton. Yes, we had found our dream-cottage ... back in the lovely pines, near West Grove.
Hildreth had been rather gloomy at breakfast that morning, and I thought she would join in a laugh with me over Tad's horse-play. There is a streak in me that makes me enjoy the grotesque slap-stick of the comic artists. When Hildreth saw the cartoons, she laughed a little, at first; then she wept violently.
"You started to say you were a few minutes ago." "No, I graduated last June," repeated Mary, a trifle sharply. "Here's Miss Hildreth coming for my next dance. You can ask her. I'm her guest this evening. Didn't I graduate last year, Babbie?" Babbie stared uncomprehendingly for a moment. Then she remembered Mary's plan. "Why, you naughty little freshman!" she cried reprovingly.
"I am a sister of Jesus Christ." "I don't know what to make of the child," said Mrs. Hildreth discontentedly, as the door closed behind her. "I believe she would rather associate with such people than with those of her own class. She has a bowing acquaintance with the most outré looking individuals I ever saw. I really don't think Dr.
"If it was anyone else," and he fetched a deep sigh, with tears standing in his eyes, leaving the sentence incomplete. At that moment I was impelled almost to cast myself at his feet, to confess, and beg forgiveness.... "I want to warn you," he went on, "of Hildreth ... once before this has happened ... she is a varietist by nature, as I am essentially a monogamist."
One of my consular colleagues under Motley was another historian, of no such popularity, indeed, nor even of such success, but perhaps not of inferior powers. This was Richard Hildreth, at Trieste, the author of one of the sincerest if not the truest histories of the United States, according to the testimony both of his liking and his misliking critics.
Edward Everett, Joseph Stevens Buckminster, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Bancroft, Richard Hildreth, James Russell Lowell, Francis Parkman, Charles Eliot Norton, were all ministers' boys. John Lothrop Motley was the grandson of the clergyman after whom he was named. George Ticknor was next door to such a descent, for his father was a deacon.
My next was that we should up and run away together, and defy Penton Baxter and the world. Hildreth could see by the strangeness in my behaviour, as I came into the cottage, to kiss her good-night ... and stay a little while a new custom of ours, as we grew bolder could see that I had something on my mind. I related to her all that had taken place between me and Penton that morning....
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