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Updated: May 3, 2025
On the morning of the 24th Howes & Macy, known to be a very strong and conservative banking-house, suspended, and this added fuel to the flame of excitement, and wild rumors of impending failures were again afloat.
"I simply hate to go," confessed Margaret Howes as she stood waiting for her taxi after the rest had departed. "I've had a gorgeous time and I am sorry to leave you. Remember you are to meet me in the tea-room at Artemis Lodge at four-fifteen tomorrow to look over the ground before Miss Pat plunges in. Wait for me in the corner near the door. I'll be on time if I can."
"We're going to have dinner here in the studio with real waiters, Judy, and a bunch of flowers for each lady don't interrupt, please, till I've done. A bunch of violets for you and Elinor and Mrs. Spicer and the happy song-bird there, and also for Miss Margaret Howes and Mrs. Hiram Todd." There was such a chorus of questions that Bruce held up his hands in protest.
Then she began to sing softly to herself and jingle rhythmically the coins in her pocket. It was nearly a quarter of a mile to the Howes' gate, and by the time she reached it, her swinging step had given to her cheek a color that even the apple orchard could not rival. A quick tap on the knocker brought Mary Howe to the door.
Howes was tolerant also, not from want of faith, but from depth of it. "The relation of your fight with the Indians I have read in print, but of the fight among yourselves, bellum linguarum the strife of tongues, I have heard much, but little to the purpose.
Barnes uttered a groan. Santa Claus smiled feebly. "Hello, Thankful," he said. "I I cal'late you're surprised to see me, ain't you?" Thankful's lips moved. "Are are you livin' or or dead?" she gasped. "Me Oh, I'm alive, but that's about all. Hey? It's Emily, ain't it? Why why, Emily, don't you know me?" Miss Howes put the lamp down upon the table. Then she leaned heavily upon a chair back.
Patricia longed to ask a question, but Margaret Howes saved her the necessity. "Who was it, do you know, Griffin?" she inquired in a lowered tone. "Can't be certain, of course, but I have my doubts," replied Griffin, in the same pitch.
But the reply he hoped for did not come and he began to fear that he had made a bad matter worse by writing. Doubtless Miss Howes resented his "nosing in." Thankful now began advertising in the Boston papers. And the answers to the ads began to arrive. Sometimes men and women from the city came down to inspect the High Cliff House, preparatory to opening negotiations for summer quarters.
About ten o'clock his grandfather called to him from the foot of the stairs and asked him to come down. "Mr. Kendall's on the phone," said Captain Zelotes. "He's worried about Helen. She's up to West Harniss sittin' up along of Lurany Howes, who's been sick so long. She ain't come home, and the old gentleman's frettin' about her walkin' down from there alone so late.
Elinor had not, but Margaret Howes had stopped there before settling in her new studio apartment, and she declared it as delightful as one could wish.
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