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"But that's what you are, dearest a practical mystic. You are a woman with two sides to your nature the intensely practical and the subconsciously mystic. Egypt has developed the mystic half your Lampton forbears are responsible for the other." "The Lampton half of me keeps my two feet firmly planted on the earth, Mike." "The mystic half loves this silly drifter." He pressed her to him.
I have some Lampton common sense." "Not about some things." Meg laughed. "Wait till you know what it is like, chum." "Well, you'll not forget your other promise?" Meg thought for a moment before answering and then she said emphatically, "No, I won't forget my promise. I'm not in the least afraid that I shall be tempted to break it."
She was once more the little black sheep of Kingdom-come, the little black sheep who, at the death of her parents, had very quickly learned to fear rather than to love the various paternal relatives who had considered it their duty to bring her up in the way a Lampton should go.
Will you tell her that it is very urgent?" The next minute Margaret heard Hadassah's voice. "Hallo! Miss Lampton, is that you?" "Yes," Margaret said. "But, please, not Miss Lampton!" "Well, Margaret I always think of you as Margaret. How nice of you to ring me up and welcome me to London!"
At five o'clock Michael Amory, true to his word, was down at the ferry, awaiting the arrival of Margaret Lampton. The ferry-boat was pulling across the Nile; he would soon be able to distinguish her. In all probability no other Englishwoman would be crossing to the western bank of the river at so late an hour.
All de land I'se ever got I work mighty hard fer it an' I'se got it yit. "One day afte' Mr. Gatlin said he couldn' pay me I run 'way an' went to New Orleans an' got a job haulin' cotton, an' made my 50 cents an' dinner every day. I sho' had me plen'y money den. I stayed dere mighty close on to fo' years an' den I went to Tylertown an' hauled cotton to de railroad fer Mr. Ben Lampton. Mr.
"If you prove too unpractical for a husband, you old humbug, I'm to cancel the engagement!" Meg linked her arm in her brother's. "I'm quite practical, enough for us both," she said. "The Lampton common sense wants leavening. We never rise to heights, Freddy we're solid dough." "We manage to get down into the bowels of the earth, which helps a bit, if we can't soar very high." All three laughed.
It was the town of Louisiana, where there were Lampton relatives, who took him home. Very likely the home-coming was not entirely pleasant, though a "lesson," too, in his general education.
"I really haven't had time to consider details I'd only got as far as wanting the week while he is at home, to get married in." "Take it, by all means," the matron said. "I've a good long waiting-list on my books of voluntary helpers to choose from." She paused. "I don't mean that it will be easy to replace you, Miss Lampton I wish all my workers gave me as little trouble as you have done."
A second Don Quixote in appearance and not unlike the knight of La Mancha in character, it would have been safe for nobody to laugh at James Lampton, or by the slightest intimation, look or gesture to treat him with inconsideration, or any proposal of his, however preposterous, with levity. He once came to visit me upon a public occasion and during a function.
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