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Foxy Grandpa knows somebody who knows somebody else, who knows the boys who are to take them, but they didn't tell us their names. I wonder if we know them," was Peggy's laughing explanation. "I hope they will have a happy time," said Mrs. Howland gently as she stroked back Polly's silky curls. "You trust them to have the time of their lives, Mumsey.
All his people live on Beacon, and have for years." "Oh, but Beacon is lovely, I think." "Do you? Well, perhaps; but Commonwealth is so much wider and more roomy. I could breathe on Commonwealth Avenue, I think!" "And don't you, where you are?" laughed Mrs. Howland. Her niece made a playfully wry face. "Just pant upon my word I do! Not one full breath do I draw," she asserted.
What is wanted with me?" asked the unhappy father, recovering himself, after a few moments. "To go his bail," replied the officer. "The Mayor demands a thousand dollars bail, in default of which, he will have to go to prison and there await his trial." "Let him go to prison!" said Mr. Howland, in a severe tone of voice. He was beginning to regain his self-possession.
I hope you don't mean to hint and suggest we're not doing fine tonight? I'm sure the applause shows the audience think it's just dandy!" Then Carol knew how completely she had failed. As the audience seeped out she heard B. J. Gougerling the banker say to Howland the grocer, "Well, I think the folks did splendid; just as good as professionals. But I don't care much for these plays.
The latter may be harsh, and unreasonable; still the child will look up to him in weak dependence, while love mingles, like golden threads in a dark fabric, amid the fear and respect with which he regards him. Thus it was with the children of Andrew Howland. Their mother was a gentle, retiring woman, with a heart full of the best affections.
"We are three, and we want very much to be seated together. We will very gladly pay the difference of the fare." The gentleman immediately, on being thus addressed by Mrs. Howland, took the cigar out of his mouth, raised his hat, and bowed very politely. "Are you and this other lady the gentleman's party?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Mrs. Howland.
She perceived an expression of inquiry in Maggie's eyes which rather frightened her. "It's all right," she said. "Now that you've brought the things up, Tildy, leave them here, and go. When Mr. Martin comes, show him up. Now leave us, and be quick about it." Tildy departed, slamming the door behind her. "How noisy that girl is!" said Mrs. Howland.
"Miss Allen!" She turned to a side path, following the call, and faced Sally Howland. "Just a minute, Miss Allen, please," pleaded the strange little freshman. Jane waited till she reached her, then smiled into the serious face of Sally. "Hello, girlie," Jane greeted her. "What's the excitement?"
Howland, and high officers of the Government sat on a long dais at the head of the room; the other guests, including the Tampico's party, were at round tables with red-shaded lamps. It was a pleasing picture, and Dan, for the first few courses, was glad he had come.
For three minutes the frightful convulsions continued. Then the lurid lights died out of the pall of smoke, and the pall itself began to settle. Howland felt a grip on his arm. Dumbly he turned and looked into the white, staring face of the superintendent. His ears tingled, every fiber in him seemed unstrung. MacDonald's voice came to him strange and weird. "What do you think of that, Howland?"
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