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Or is it that people can't be distinctively genteel, if they get so far away from the common as no longer to well overlook it? Grandfather Holabird old Mr.
Down against the close trunks of a cluster of linden-trees had been thrown cushions and carpets and some bundles of heavy curtains, and the like. Coming up behind, Mrs. Holabird saw, sitting upon this heap, two persons. She knew Barbara's hat, with its white gull's breast; but somebody had wrapped her up in a great crimson table-cover, with a bullion fringe.
Holabird caught sight of Barbara again just sliding into the far, lower corner of the room by the forward entrance, where she stood looking out meekly between the shoulders and the floating cap-ribbons of Aunt Trixie Spring and Miss Arabel Waite during the whole ceremony.
A nursery-girl was trying to wrap up the younger children in all sorts of wrong things, upside down. "Take these children right over to my house," said Mrs. Hobart. "Barbara Holabird! Come up here!" "I don't know what to do first," said Mrs. Marchbanks, excitedly. "Mr. Marchbanks has taken away his papers; but there's all the silver and the pictures and everything!
A kitchen exodus is like other small natural commotions, sure to happen when anything greater does. When the sun crosses the line we have a gale down below. "Now what shall we do?" asked Mrs. Holabird, forlornly, coming back into the sitting-room out of that vacancy in the farther apartments which spreads itself in such a still desertedness of feeling all through the house.
That was all Mrs. Van Alstyne waited to find out. She did not go deep; hence she took quick fancies or dislikes, and a great many of them. She got Rosamond over into a corner with herself, and they had everybody round them. All the people in the room were saying how lovely Miss Holabird looked to-night. For a little while that seemed a great and beautiful thing. I don't know whether it was or not.
The doctor says his father can't stay here." "Arctura Fish won't go," said Rosamond, instantly. "Arctura Fish is as neat as a pin, and as smart as a steel trap," said Barbara, regardless of elegance; "and since nobody else will ever dare to give in I believe Arctura Fish is the very next thing, now, for us!" "It isn't giving in; it is going on," said Mrs. Holabird.
Holabird, and smiling all the way from her smooth old forehead down to the "seventh beauty" of her dimple-cleft and placid chin. "Why, this is really coming to see people!" she said. Mrs.
The ground fell off suddenly into a great hill-dimple, just where the walls were laid; that was why Grandfather Holabird had chosen the spot. There could be a cellar-kitchen; and it had been needful for the moving, that all the rambling, outrunning L, which had held the kitchens and woodsheds before, should be cut off and disposed of as mere lumber.
Holabird to wind; she was giving herself the luxury of some pretty knitting, making a bright little sofa affghan. Ruth had forgotten him at the instant, speaking out of a quiet pause and her own intent thought. She made up her mind presently, partly at least, and spoke again. "I don't believe," she said, "that it would be the next thing for Arctura Fish."
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