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He said he felt himself to be consultant in general and family physician for all Dot's brood of doll-babies, for the Kenway sisters were far too healthy to need his attention in any degree. "If all my customers were like you girls," he declared, in his jovial way, "I'd have to take my pills and powders to another shop." Ruth knew that Mr. Howbridge had insisted at first that Dr.
"Didn't you ever go to a circus?" she asked, slowly. The boy hesitated. Then he said, bluntly: "No!" and Agnes knew it was the truth, for he looked now unwaveringly into her eyes. "My! you've missed a lot," she breathed. "So did we till this summer. Then Mr. Howbridge took us to one of those that came to Milton." "What circus was it you went to?" the boy asked, quickly.
"You are not all alone a boy like you?" "Why not?" demanded he, tartly. "I'm 'most as old as you are." "But I am not all alone," said Ruth, pleasantly. "I have the girls my sisters; and I have Aunt Sarah and Mr. Howbridge." "Well, I haven't anybody," confessed Neale O'Neil, rather gloomily. "You surely have some friends?" asked Ruth, not only curious, but sympathetic. "Not here.
I don't know," gasped Agnes. "You you'd have to ask Ruth. And Mr. Howbridge, perhaps." "Who's he?" asked the boy, suspiciously. "Our lawyer." "Does he live here?" "Oh, no. There isn't any man here but Uncle Rufus. He's a colored man who lived with Uncle Peter who used to own this house. Uncle Peter gave it to us Kenway girls when he died." "Oh! then you own it?" asked the boy. "Mr.
She had a reckless idea of trying to meet Neale on the road and warn him. He could hide until Mr. Howbridge got back, at least. Perhaps she could catch Neale at the cobbler's house. And then, at thought of the queer little old Irishman, all Ruth's worry seemed to evaporate. Mr. Con Murphy was the man to attend to this matter. And to the cobbler's little cottage she immediately made her way.
Joe Maroni iss doin' vell. But many are nodt so no. Undt der kinder " "Let's give them all a Christmas," exclaimed Ruth, having a sudden bright, as well as kind, thought. "I'll ask Mr. Howbridge. You shall tell us of those most in need, Mrs. Kranz you and Maria." "Vell dem poor Goronofskys iss de vorst," declared the grocery-store woman, shaking her head.
"And what is it now, Miss Ruth?" asked the gentleman when she entered his private office, and shaking hands with her. "Have you come to consult me professionally, or am I honored by a social call?" "You are almost the best man who ever lived, Mr. Howbridge," laughed Ruth. "I know you are the best guardian, for you let me do mostly just as I please.
"You are the most practical impractical person I ever met," declared Mr. Howbridge, laughing rather ruefully. Ruth did not just understand that; but she was much in earnest and she put before the lawyer the circumstances of some of the tenants of the old houses on Meadow Street, as she had heard them from Mrs. Kranz and Maria Maroni.
Howbridge's office then; but she went there Monday afternoon. Mr. Howbridge had been Uncle Peter Stower's lawyer, and it was he who had brought the news to the four Kenway girls when they lived in Bloomingsburg, that they were actually rich. He was a tall, gray gentleman, with sharp eyes and a beaklike nose, and he looked wonderfully stern and implacable unless he smiled.
Howbridge, a part of our living and it is a good living comes from these people. We girls should know more about them. And I am anxious to do something for them this Christmas especially for the little children." "Well, I suppose I shall give in to you; but my better judgment cries out against it, Miss Ruth," declared the lawyer. "You see Perkins my clerk.
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