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"A very poor one, if you ask me," another sniff. The girls were ready to leave, and Daphne interrupted her politely, but in her most approved drawl: "We must all have our dominoes before noon, you know," she said. "As we are all going to dress at one house and go together, please be sure they are delivered on time." "Certainly, Miss Hillis. I think I can be depended upon to keep my promises."
"The play is all about India and the heroine Daphne Hillis is to take the part is a little slave, but of course she turns out to be the queen in the end, and Madge Cannon is to be the prince, and the important parts will be filled by the seniors and juniors. Just a few of our class are to be in it, but I'm one of them and so is my twin.
"Routed the guerilla! We saw no guerilla." "What! at the hacienda?" "Peons and women; nothing more. Yes, there was, too what am I thinking about? There was a party there that routed us; Thornley and Hillis here have both been wounded, and are not likely to recover poor fellows!" I looked towards these gentlemen for an explanation. They were both laughing, and I looked in vain.
"Daphne Hillis is the most popular girl in school," she said, "but I think she has fewer friends than any other girl, and that's what makes it strange." "But if she's so popular?" Janet queried. "Oh, she could have dozens of friends, but she doesn't seem to want them. She's queer and different somehow; none of us understand her, but we all love her."
She had heard something similar often. "My darling grandmother," she cried, "I thought you would never come home." "It wasn't my fault, dear. Miss Hillis and an imbecile young doctor made me believe I had a cold. I had no cold. I had nothing at all but what I ought to have. I've been made to take all sorts of things, and do all sorts of things that I hate to take and hate to do.
Judith gulped the last mouthful and flung down her napkin. "I'll be there on time," she promised, eagerly. "Miss Hillis said I could go five minutes earlier, as it was a holiday afternoon. I'll get the rolls and oranges on my way." "We'll meet you at the door on Charter Street," Elinor reminded her, as she kissed her. "Be sure to be there on time."
At least one poem has been written about him, and the Reverend Newell Dwight Hillis has woven the facts and fancies of his career into a charming book, The Quest of John Chapman.
"Poor Miss Hillis has had a most comfortable time with me all summer." "I know she has, consequently she will feel her comfortless room and poverty all the more after it. Give her the thousand, Granny. I'm willing." "What kind of company have you been keeping, Ethel Rawdon? Who has taught you to squander dollars by the thousand? Discipline!
Chuck, unlike most boys of his age, liked to dance, and Phyllis was as light as the fairy she claimed to be, so for a few minutes they did not speak, for they were contented to glide over the waxed floor to the inspiring music. "I should say you could dance," Chuck said at last. "If your voice was not entirely different I would say that you were Daphne Hillis." "Would you?"
"Be my faith, then, Captain," said Hennessy, speaking for the major, "if ye must know all about it, I'll tell ye myself. We overhauled a pair of the most elegant crayteurs you ever clapped eyes upon; and rich rich as Craysus wasn't they, boys?" "Oh, plenty of tin," remarked Hillis.
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