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Stephens and Jarrott employed only picked men, men with some experience except for the mere manual labor such as the Italians could perform. Wouldn't it be well for Mr. Strange to qualify himself a little before risking a refusal? Ah, but how? Monsieur Durand would explain. There was first the question of Spanish. No one could get along in the Argentine without a working knowledge of that tongue.
It was an hour or two after reading this, when Conquest had gone away, that Evie herself as dainty as spring, in flowered muslin and a Leghorn hat crowned with a wreath of roses came fluttering in. "I've had the queerest letter from Uncle Jarrott," she began, breathlessly. "The poor old dear well, something must be the matter with him.
Turning their attention at once to the other gentlemen about them, they made no effort to detain him as Miss Jarrott led him to Miss Colfax. Here the introduction would have been disappointing if the greatness of the event had not been independent of the details with which it happened.
"I hear Miss Jarrott has begun to announce your engagement to Evie." "I understood she was going to, to a few intimate friends." "And you allowed it?" "As you see." "Didn't you know that I should have to take that for a signal?" "I've never given you to understand that a signal wouldn't come if you required one." "No; but I hoped " She broke off, continuing to gaze at the fire.
"You can bet your life he's thinking of her," Mr. Jarrott said, with the lapse from colloquial dignity he permitted himself when he got into his house-jacket. "He's praying to her image as if it was a wooden saint." With the omission of the word wooden this was much what Strange was doing at Rosario.
Miss Jarrott, too, only looked at Strange across the table, smiling at him with her large, thin, upward-curving smile, comic in spite of itself, and with a certain pathos, since she meant it to be charged with sentiment.
Jarrott," he continued, "begs me to say she hopes you will a come and lunch with us on Sunday next." There was a long pause, during which the young man searched wildly for some formula that would soften his point-blank refusal. "Mrs. Jarrott is awfully kind," he began at last to stammer, "but if she would excuse me " "She will expect you on Sunday at half-past twelve."
No matter what happens, I always think there's a silver lining to the cloud. Now, why should I be like that? Why shouldn't I despair, like other people?" Strange ventured the suggestion that she had been born with a joyous temperament. "Wa-al, pretty well for an old gal!" screamed the parrot ending in a croaking laugh. "I'm sure I don't know," Miss Jarrott mused.
Her father is dead since then, and her mother is married again." He continued to meditate, emitting the same tuneless, abstracted sound, just above his breath. "I know the name of an American firm out there," she went on. "It's Stephens and Jarrott. It's a very good firm to work for. I've often heard that. And Mr. Jarrott has helped ever so many stranded people."
This satisfied me as to the supply. At Avon Downs Station, near Clermont, a large well had been sunk near a creek, with a diminishing supply of water. On investigation, I found the well had been sunk on the edge of an underground stream. Mr. At Gindie State Farm, I was accompanied by Mr. Mr. Jarrott, the manager, took us to a dry well sunk to a depth of 80 feet.
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