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Sophie laughed, and said, at least she hoped he would be home for dinner. He did not promise, but raising his hat struck off into a little path by the roadside, that led up into the woods. "What a pity," said Mrs. Hollenbeck musingly, "that a man of such fine intellect should have such vague religious faith." Mr.
Hollenbeck had placed on the lake, and which he had named the "Elizabeth" after his amiable wife, had been wrecked a short time before I left the country, and Mr. Hollenbeck's own health had greatly suffered by the labours he undertook in endeavouring to get the vessel off the sunken rock on which it had struck.
It went back into the wardrobe very quickly, and she came down to tea in a gray barége that was a little shabby. A rain had come on about six o'clock. At tea the candles were lit, and the windows closed. Every one looked moped and dull; the evening promised to be insufferable. Mrs. Hollenbeck saw the necessity of rousing herself and providing us some amusement. When Mr.
Richard put me in beside her, and then joined the others, while we drove away. Benny, in his white Sunday clothes, sat at our feet. "I think it is so much better for you to drive," said Mrs. Hollenbeck, "for the day is warm, and I did not think you looked at all well this morning." "No," I said faintly. And she was so kind, I longed to tell her everything.
At the far end of a sand-spit, near where some low trees grew, I saw several dark objects lying close to the water on the shelving banks. They were alligators basking in the sun. As I approached, most of them crawled into the water. Mr. Hollenbeck had been down a few days before shooting at them with a rifle, to try to get a skull of one of the monsters, and I passed a dead one that he had shot.
If necessary, quarantine every building that's suspected." "Why, what do you think the disease is?" cried Hollenbeck, taken aback by the positiveness of Hal's speech. "Do you tell me. You've come here to give directions." "Something in the nature of malaria," said Hollenbeck, recovering himself. "So there's no call for extreme measures. The Old Home Week Committee will look after the cleaning-up.
"Well, it isn't news until it's printed," Hollenbeck pointed out comfortably. "And what's the use of printing that sort of thing, anyway? It does a lot of people a lot of harm; but I don't see how it can possibly do any one any good." "Oh, put things straight," said Stensland. "Here, Mr.
"Why, no," I said with great contempt. "But I never heard any one sing like that before." "He does sing well," said Mrs. Hollenbeck, thoughtfully. "Immense expression and a fine voice," added Charlotte Benson. "He has been educated for the stage, you may be sure," said Mary Leighton, with a little spite. "As Miss d'Estrée says, I never heard anyone sing like that, out of the chorus of an opera."
Hollenbeck for a few moments, looking very pretty in a white peignoir, and rather sleepy at the same time; hoping I was comfortable and had found something to amuse me in the library.
Hollenbeck had not forgotten me. She said something low to Mr. Langenau. "Ah, true!" he said. "But does she know anything of German?" Then turning to me he said, with one of his dazzling sudden glances, "Miss d'Estrée, we are talking of making up a German class; do you understand the language?"
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