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"Your question don't think me a moment ignoring: 'How long has she honoured the surname of Loring? Wiseacre, first tell, how a man without honour Could ever confer that fair jewel upon her?" Sir Frederick, before handing it back, took Janice's pencil from her dancing-card, and scribbled on the back of the quip:
"You are just talking," giggled Amy, clinging to Janice's arm. "I don't know what you mean." "You are going to know soon, my dear," returned Janice. "Come home with me. Your mother won't mind, will she?" "No. I'll send word by Gummy." "My, that sounds almost like swearing 'by Gummy! exclaimed Janice, her hazel eyes dancing. "And there Gummy goes. Grab him quick. Tell him you'll stay to supper."
"I don't want to snub anybody. But some people are impossible!" "Meaning me?" Janice asked with twinkling eyes. "Of course not. Why will you so misunderstand me? I wouldn't snub you, Janice Day. I am speaking of Amy Carringford." "Oh! It is Amy you wish to snub, is it?" Janice said, with a change of tone. Even Stella noted the change. She seized Janice's arm. "Now, don't! You made me say that.
Beaseley was blind to what most people, in Polktown knew that Janice and the schoolteacher were the very closest of friends. Only their years at least, only Janice's youth precluded an announced engagement between them.
"Come, come, squire," he interjected, crossing to the bowed form, and taking one of Janice's hands consolingly, "the lass has been giddy, but 't is an ill wind, truly, for through it we have one fine bird secured yonder, to say nothing of an even bigger prize in prospect. Cry a truce, therefore, and let the child go to bed." "Ay, go to thy room, miss," commanded Mrs.
Your daddy is going to have a glass leg for some time to come, and you must take good care of it. Where shall we carry him?" While he spoke and the other man was taking hold of the other handles of the stretcher, Mr. Day lay down again. He did not groan, but he was very white. He gave Janice's hand a strong grip, however, when she got to him. "Pluck up your courage, dear," he said.
Carringford's two older children, Gummy and Amy, for he had seen them both at the house. But he had had no idea, in spite of Janice's enthusiastic praise, that Mrs, Carringford was quite the woman she was. He saw now a very gentle, pretty woman whose soft, wavy hair was becoming prematurely gray, with an intelligent countenance and eyes that fixed one's attention almost immediately. Here, Mr.
"He was n't familiar," cried Janice, angrily and proudly, "and you should know that if he had been I he was telling me " "Yes," cried her mother, "tell me what he was saying about paradise? Dost think me a nizey, child, not to know what men mean when they talk about paradise?" Janice's cheeks reddened, and she replied hotly, "If men talked to you about paradise, why should n't they talk to me?
The child caught Janice's skirt with one grimy hand. "Don't don't do that, Miss," she said, soberly. "Why not?" "'Twon't do no good. Pop's all right when he's sober, and he'll be sorry for this. I oughter kep' my eyes open. Ma told me to. I could easy ha' dodged him if I'd been thinkin'. But but that's all ma had in the house and she needed the meal." "He he is your father?" gasped Janice.
The first check to Janice's full enjoyment of the novel and delightful world into which she had plunged so eagerly came early in March. "I have ill news for thee, my child," Mr. Meredith apprised her, as he entered the room where she was sitting. "I just parted from Mr.
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