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The naked indecency of domestic life seemed to display and vaunt itself, sparing none of its homely and ungraceful details, to the young man on the threshold of the room. "Laury 'ain't had a chance to redd up this, either," poor John Upham whispered in his ear, and gathered up with a furtive swoop some linen from the floor. "Oh, that's all right!"
The first drawback to her intense delight was a whimper from Laury as he lost sight of his mamma, and the next drawback was that Justus asked to be taken home again the moment the train reached Mitford Junction.
Mine, as you say, are very good children, though Frank is pretty wilful, and Laury is always gettin' her head above the clouds. Oh, dear! they want a great deal done for 'em, and the more you do, the more you may do. Frank is bewitched to sell out and go to Kansas or Californy, or, if he stays here, he must go to college or be a merchant.
On the very morning in question, she was engaged in giving this little conservatory the benefit of her thorough skill and affectionate regard, when good Dame Birch broke in upon her with, "Why, Laury, what are you thinking about? It's always just so.
Waring gently lamented. "Why can't we, as Laury suggests, just continue to trust?" "They are the more fortunate, perhaps, who can, mother," George Bridges answered, with more of feeling in his voice than he was wont to show. "Unhappily, truth does not come that way.
Laurence Fairfax said, "This is Laury," and offered him to Bessie for a repetition of the ceremonial. Bessie could not have told why, but her eyes filled as she took him into her lap and took off his pretty hat to see his shining curly locks. Master Justus was already at the cupboard dragging out the toys, and her uncle stood and looked down at her with a pleased, benevolent face.
Waring gently lamented. "Why can't we, as Laury suggests, just continue to trust?" "They are the more fortunate, perhaps, who can, mother," George Bridges answered, with more of feeling in his voice than he was wont to show. "Unhappily, truth does not come that way.
"Well, mother," replied Laura, "I'll come as soon as these things are set to rights. It won't do to leave them just so." "Well, it's always just so," said the maternal Birch. "I must do it myself, I see. Don't be all day, Laury, now don't!" She disappeared, muttering something about "them plaguy flower-pots."
She did not try to hush it. "It's cried this way all night," she said, in a monotonous tone. "It's goin' to die." "Now, Laury, you know it ain't any sicker than it was before," John said, with a kind of timid conciliation; but she turned upon him with a fierce gleam lighting her dull eyes to life.
Mr. Penhallow's light burned very late in the office that night, and the following one. He looked troubled and absent-minded, and when Miss Laura ventured to ask him how long Mr. Bradshaw was like to be gone, he answered her in such a way that the girl who waited at table concluded that he did n't mean to have Miss Laury keep company with Mr.
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