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Jordon had let her use for her clothes were many packages of tea, burnt coffee, sugar, soap, eggs; a tin kettle containing a pound of butter, and various other articles of table use. Poor Mrs. Jordon seemed bewildered. "Let me look at that pound lump of butter," said I. Mrs. Jordon took up the kettle containing it. "It isn't my butter," she remarked.
"Yes, I have, Mrs. Gilligan. Sit down, won't you please? It may take some time to persuade you " And then and there began another campaign. However, with Mrs. Jordon as a powerful ally the girls had little trouble in overcoming Mrs. Gilligan's objections, and in the end came off with colors flying. "Now to see Billie's mother!" cried Laura. The girls hugged Mrs.
Don't pull anything this time. My board of directors is to have a meeting this afternoon and " But the stern eye of the angry judge checked him. The manager in his turn blinked, and gasped and then exclaimed, "Jordon says you told him you were the Judge of the Fourth District Court. You look to me like Jim Gollop.
'What's wanted now? I think rather strange language to use to a domestic of mine." Really, thought I, this caps the climax. "To speak the plain truth, Mrs. Jordon," said I, "and not wishing to give any offence, you do use the privilege of a neighbor in this respect rather freely more freely, I must own, than I feel justified in doing." "Mrs. Smith, this is too much!" exclaimed Mrs. Jordon.
Jordon," I replied, "that we are going to make up bread this afternoon, and haven't more than enough flour left, or I would let her have what she wants. And, by the way, Nancy, tell Mrs. Jordon that I will be obliged to her if she will send in my large earthen dish. We want to use it." Nancy didn't seem pleased. And I thought she muttered something to herself as she went away.
Oh, here comes Laura," and her face brightened as she saw the familiar figure of her chum swinging up the street. "I wonder what she wants. Whatever it is, she seems to be in a terrible hurry about it." "Hello, what's the rush?" she sang out, as Laura Jordon ran up the steps of the porch.
"Yes; and the day before a loaf of bread an egg to clear your coffee salt, pepper, and a nutmeg." "Never!" "And to-day Nancy got some lard, a cup of coffee, and some Indian meal for a pudding." "She did?" asked Mrs. Jordon in a quick voice, a light seeming to have flashed upon her mind.
A few hours later Laura Jordon and Violet Farrington came over, trying their best not to look curious.
As the idea of moving to get rid of my borrowing neighbor was considered perfect nonsense by Mr. Smith, I began to think seriously how I should check the evil, now grown almost insufferable. On the next morning the coffee-mill was borrowed to begin with. "Hasn't Mrs. Jordon got a coffee-mill of her own?" I asked of Bridget.
There are, at least, then colored special magistrates, natives of the island. There are four colored members of the Assembly, including Messrs. Jordon and Osborne. Mr. Jordon now sits in the same Assembly, side by side, with the man who, a few years ago, ejected him disdainfully from his clerkship.
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