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Updated: May 5, 2025
All Brook Farmers recollect with pleasure, among special cases of devotion, the little, straight, light-haired, smiling woman, who was so long chief of the Dormitory Group, who was at nightfall wandering about with stray towels, sheets and pillows, always making arrangements in the shifting population for every one who came; hunting places for stray visitors, when we were crowded; puzzled and wearied oft for no one knew at what hour of the day or evening visitors might come and we had oftentimes almost to make a Box and Cox affair of it, for there was no hotel within a long distance.
A little silence followed. Each was busy with his own thoughts. All at once, one of the three newcomers spoke a tall, light-haired fellow, he seemed, in that dim light, with a strong Southern accent. "Pardon me for asking, Gabriel," said he, removing a pipe from his mouth, "or for discussing details familiar to you all.
The little girl's quick eyes discerned a light-haired driver and a brown horse coming around a curve of the pretty landscape gardening which beautified the station. At the same moment Dr. Ballard recognized the equipage with relief. "They've sent for you. That is all right," he said, and 'Zekiel, with one side glance at the little stranger, drew up by the platform. "Good-morning, Zeke.
It took the form of a large light-haired man in gay green holiday clothes. He had bright blonde hair that the wind brushed back like a German's, a flushed eager face like a cherub's, and a prominent pointing nose, a little like a dog's. His head, however, was by no means cherubic in the sense of being without a body.
She was no longer the light-haired, insipid girl I had seen in church fifteen years previously, but a stout lady in curls and flounces, one of those ladies of uncertain age, without intellect, without any of those things that go to make a woman.
Halstead, the ruffianly looking sheep-raiser who called you 'Madam, confided to me that you were the first woman he had ever met who knew the difference between a horse and a cow; and Simmons, the light-haired man who looks like a deacon, but who is probably the worst thief in four counties, told me I ought to be proud of 'that gal'!" "Oh, papa, what gorgeous compliments! Don't you want a swap?"
"And I know Rosemary, too. Isn't there another sister a little light-haired girl in one of the grades?" "That's Shirley," answered Sarah, forgetting her errand for an instant and looking Mr. Oliver in the face for the first time. "She's in the first grade." "Well, Sarah, what have you to tell me?" said the principal quietly. "Why did Miss Ames send you to me?"
It is a pretty little light-haired angel, twelve or thirteen years of age, her hair is of a silvery lightness, like soft feather-grass or moonbeams, her face is of a heavenly whiteness, she has the smile of an angel.
I do not think I quite like a picnic. It is all very well, like most other arrangements, if everything goes right; but I sat between Sir Guy Scapegrace and the light-haired young gentleman, and although I could hear lots of fun going on at the other end of the tablecloth, where Cousin John and Mary Molasses and Captain Lovell had got together, I was too far off to partake of it, and my vis-
But Polly missed the bow, for her curly head was out of the window, and she was laughing down at a slender, light-haired lad who was just taking fresh aim at the open window. "Come up here, Alan!" she called. "Oh, don't, Polly!" remonstrated Molly from within. "He'll laugh at us, and spoil all our fun." "No, he won't," answered Polly valiantly; then, more loudly, "What did you say, Alan?"
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