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"I never have told her, but I supposed you must have changed your mind, for you've been here so much lately, and gone to so many places with her that you don't like to go to, that I thought " "Thought what, Dorothea?" "That maybe " Dorothea stroked Laine's fingers one by one "maybe you liked her a little bit.
Don't you remember I asked you please to like her, and you didn't seem to think you would. But you do, don't you? I won't tell anybody. Don't you like her, Uncle Winthrop?" "I like her very much, Dorothea." Into Laine's clear-cut face the color crept to his temples, "She is very different from any one I've " "I knew you would." Dorothea's hands came together excitedly.
He's so busy he hasn't time to see about children. He has to make the money to buy us " "Milk." Channing pushed his plate back. "I hate milk. Gee! I'm full. You can have my salad, Dorothea, if you'll give me your ice-cream. It didn't make you sick the day you ate all that lady left." "You ate leavings!" Laine's voice made effort to be horrified. "Dorothea Warrick ate leavings from a lady's plate!"
I'm so glad you're glad. It's so nice to have somebody glad to see you!" At the click of Laine's latch-key Moses started from the doze into which he had fallen and jumped to his feet. "Lord, sir, I sure is glad you've come," he said, following Laine into the library. "Gineral's been mighty bad off since you went away, and one time I thought he was plumb gone.
Want to hear me?" "Indeed I don't!" Laine's voice was emphatic. "But I don't like French prayers for little American girls. I never cared for parrots or " "What kind do you say, French or American?" Dorothea was stroking her uncle's fingers one by one. "I always say my real prayers inside after I get in bed that is, if I'm not too sleepy; and they're just plain talking to the Lord.
The road from the boat-landing wound gradually up the incline to the ridge above the river; and as they reached its top the view of the latter was unbroken, and broad and blue it stretched between its snow-clad banks, serene and silent. Laine's eyes swept the scene before him. The brilliant sunshine on field and river and winding road for a moment was blinding.
At the foot of the terrace a little colored boy was blowing ardently a little trumpet, giving shrill greeting to the stranger guest, and as they came closer he took off his hat and held it in his hand. "All right, Gabriel." Claudia nodded to the boy. "Run on, now, and tell Jeptha to come for the horse." She laughed in Laine's puzzled eyes. "He's Mammy Malaprop's grandson.
With painful effort he laid first one paw and then the other on Laine's hand, and as the latter stroked them he barked feebly. For a moment there was silence, the silence of understanding comrades, then Laine turned away and began to dress. Hands in his pockets and back to the fire, Mr. Winthrop Laine looked around the room which his sister, Mrs.
"Claudia has reached the age of twenty-six. She told me so in one of her letters. What age have you reached, Uncle Winthrop?" "Middle age." "Is that very old?" Dorothea came closer, and her fingers slipped in and out of Laine's hair. "You're gray just a teensy bit, but I don't think she's a person who will mind if a man isn't truly young.
Lieutenant de Laine's account of the combat was as follows: "I had been ordered to fly over the German lines with an observer who was to drop pamphlets. These pamphlets contained the following inscription: "'German soldiers, attention! German officers say that the French maltreat prisoners. This is a lie. German prisoners are as well treated as unfortunate adversaries should be.
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