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"That is a beautiful illustration, sure enough, of my remarks about what people may suffer in the good opinion of others, through the conduct of their servants in this very thing. No doubt Mrs. Jordon, as you suggest, is guiltless of a good deal of blame now laid at her door. It was a fair opportunity for you to give her some hints on the subject.
"Nancy borrowed it last week." "Why don't she bring it home?" "I've told her about it three or four times." Nancy opened the door again. "Please, ma'am to let Mrs. Jordon have another half pound of butter. We haven't enough to do for breakfast, and the butter man don't come until the middle of the day."
He knows how to keep his mouth shut." "Not when he's telling someone what to do about disease," Jordon interjected. "Or telling someone off when they haven't followed directions, Blaiok added. "Better and better. I was sure that he was the one we needed when we first met." Kennon felt his ears turn flaming red. "But that's not the reason I brought you here.
Osborn, of unmingled African blood, born a slave, and who, we are informed, was a successful competitor for the seat he now occupies against the very man who formerly claimed him as property. Mr. Osborn and his partner Mr. Jordon were editors of the Jamaica Watchman, and had contended manfully for liberty when it was a dangerous word. Mr.
"Nancy knew better," said Bridget, with a face slightly flushed; but any one could see that it was a flush of indignation. "Will you step into my house and tell Nancy I want to see her?" "Certainly, ma'am." And Bridget retired. "These servants have been playing a high game, I fear," remarked Mrs. Jordon, after Bridget had left the room.
Jordon at all conscious of the extent of her short-comings, very many of which, in fact, are indirect, so far as she is concerned, and arise from her general sanction of the borrowing system. I do not suppose, for a moment, that she knows about everything that is borrowed." "If she doesn't, pray who does?" inquired my husband. "Her servants.
"Put my friend beside Sis, will you, Ridge?" suggested Julius in his host's ear. "They used to be old schoolmates and haven't met for years. He's off to-morrow for a long stay. It's their only chance to talk over old times." Jordon nodded; there was nothing else to do.
Why, thought Billie, as she ignored the remark, pretending not to hear it, would Laura always be such a goose as to make a joke of the very real friendship between her and Teddy Jordon? She liked Teddy immensely and she was not going to stop liking him even if Laura would persist in being foolish. "Then you will admit it is a good idea?" Violet asked eagerly.
Not five minutes elapsed before word came to my room that Mrs. Jordon was in the parlor and wished to speak to me. "Now for trouble," thought I. Sure enough, when I entered the parlor, the knit brow, flushed face, and angry eyes of my neighbor told me that there was to be a scene. "Mrs.
I must confess I don't see how the three can possibly be connected." Then Billie told all over again the story of her strange inheritance, while Mrs. Jordon and Teddy listened with interest and Violet and Laura now and then put in a word to plead their cause.
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