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"Perhaps you know, or perhaps you do not know, how high up that is reckoned." "Why, mother, Leola can speak all around me. She can," Guy added to me, nodding his head confidentially. I did not believe him, I think because I preferred his name to that of Leola. "Leola will study in Paris, France," announced Mrs. Mattern, arriving with her child. "She has no advantages here.
"Why, mother!" cried the boy, and he gave a brotherly look to Leola. But the girl, scarlet and upset, now ran inside the house. "As for wasting time, madam," said I, with indignation, "you are wasting yours in attempting to prejudice the judges." "There!" said Guy. "And, Mrs. "Thank you, I'm sure," said Mrs. Mattern, bridling. "Eastern ideas are ever welcome in Sharon," said Mrs. Jeffries.
"That is Leola again," said Mrs. Mattern, showing me another newspaper cut hair, stockings, and a candle this time. "Sleep-walking scene, 'Macbeth," said Arvasita. "Leola's great night at the church fair and bazar, El Paso, in Shakespeare's acknowledged masterpiece.
This is the gentleman, Leola." But before I had more than noted a dark-eyed maiden who would not look at me, but stood in skirts too young for her figure, black stockings, and a dangle of hair that should have been up, her large parent had thrust into my hand a scrap-book. "Here is what the Santa Fe Observer says;" and when I would have read, she read aloud for me.
"Leola! Oh, Leola! Come right out here!" Mrs. Jeffries has been more prompt. She was already in her house, and now came from it, bringing a pleasant-looking boy of sixteen, it might be. The youth grinned at me as he stood awkwardly, brought in shirtsleeves from the performance of some household work. "This is Guy," said his mother. "Guy took the prize last year. Guy hopes "
"The next is the Los Angeles Christian Home. And here's what they wrote about her in El Paso: 'Her histrionic genius for one so young' it commences below that picture. That's Leola." I now recognized the black stockings and the hair. "Here's what a literary lady in Lordsburg thinks," pursued Mrs. Mattern. "Never mind that," murmured Leola. "I shall." And the mother read the letter to me.
The barkeeper led; four of Sharon's fathers followed him, escorting Josey borne aloft on Abe Hanson's shoulder, and rigid and military in his bearing. Leola and Guy followed with the picture; Stuart walked with me, whistling melodies of the war Dixie and others. Eastman was not with us.
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