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I was thought to look more like mother, as a kiddy, but they were both fair haired and blue eyed." "You never knew your mother much, did you?" "No, she died when I was very small. And father, when I was about ten. Then, as I've told you, I lived four years with Aunt Amanda " "In Arizona?" "Yes; in a small settlement, hardly even a village, called Horner's Corners." Patty laughed.
Horner was bitten with new-fangled notions, as she would say, though his new-fangled notions were what folk at the present day would think sadly behindhand; and some of Mr. Gray's ideas fell on Mr. Horner's mind like sparks on tow, though they started from two different points. Mr.
"I have it. Miss Galindo will, I am sure, be glad to assist you. I will speak to her myself. The payment we should make to a clerk would be of real service to her!" I could hardly help echoing Mr. Horner's tone of surprise as he said "Miss Galindo!" For, you must be told who Miss Galindo was; at least, told as much as I know.
I much admire Lord Webb Seymour's letter to Horner, and not less Horner's candid, honest, and temperate answer. What friends he made for himself of the best and most able of the land, not only admired but trusted and consulted by them all, and not only trusted and consulted, but beloved. This book really makes one think better of human nature.
"I think you'd better go back to your Uncle Horner's," suggested Helen. "Oh, but " Edna did not want to do this. A whole week at the school without Celia was about all she thought she could stand. "I shall do all right," she insisted. "I'm sure the girls will be at the station." So the others saw her depart without urging her further.
I've been an orphan since I was four, and this woman brought me up, though it scarcely could be called that, for she only looked on me as her assistant in the office and in her house. "Well, one day a letter came for Azalea Thorpe. Now, the Thorpes moved away from Horner's Corners two years ago, and we never knew their new address.
Literal, from his place in the background, could not help saying to the Masked Lady, "Why is it that ladies with baritone voices always have trouble with their objective case?" But the Masked Lady did not reply, and Old Mother Hubbard continued: "There was the case of Mrs. Horner's son her dear, dutiful little Jack. When he ate his Christmas pie, where was he sitting? In a corner!
"Well, you have the advantage of me, for this is my first voyage; and Esdale didn't know the stem from the stern when he first came on board. Now come along to the half-deck; he and I are going to dinner; I suppose you'll join us?" Jim and I were beginning to feel hungry, and willingly accepted Horner's invitation.
Conyngham glanced at his friend, who was staring into the fire. 'Edith all right? he asked carelessly. 'Yes. 'And the little chap? 'Yes. Conyngham glanced at his companion again. Horner's eyes had the hard look that comes from hopelessness; his lips were dry and white. He wore the air of one whose stake in the game of life was heavy, who played that game nervously.
I'll get you out o' this, ef it takes a year's arnings to do it! You wait an' see!" And with his jaws set resolutely he turned and strode from the gardens. That bird should not stay in there another night if he could help it. Horner's will was set, but he did not understand the difficulties he had to face.
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