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"That's not a bad idea," suggested Lindsley. "When they come down to look for us, they won't find us. That will make a sensation, at least, and then we shall not be entirely ignored." "Are you going to stay there all night?" inquired Raymond. "Yes why not?" answered Lindsley. "It is not quite so comfortable a place to sleep as the mess-rooms; but we can stand it for one night."
A Lindsley had once presented an emperor with a hand-illuminated version of the King James Bible, wrought out of peasant patience. Horace Lindsley's mother belonged to a New England suffrage society when ladies still wore silk mitts, and had dared to open a private kindergarten in her back parlor after marriage.
"Hold on, and I will see how many fellows answer the call," continued Raymond, nervously, as he stationed himself at the door of the room, where he could see the seamen who went up the ladder. "Count them," said Lindsley.
"We don't ask you to do anything else. We will do the rest, if you back us up." "We don't back you up, for we don't even know what you are going to do." "We will tell you what we are going to do." "Hold on! Perhaps we had better not know anything about it," interposed Raymond. "No, you don't!" exclaimed Howe. "We will tell those who will take the oath." "The oath!" ejaculated Lindsley.
"I am sure we should be interested in that line, and our scouting is so practical. I understand Lieutenant Lindsley is going to call a special meeting of True Tred to make definite plans.
Lilly, with the mysterious tenacity of a crannied flower, was pulling from her soil toward the light. And light in all its chiaroscuras rules the se leve, couche, complexion, and humors of the world. Lindsley was a ray. And so her adolescence came in suddenly, almost stormlike, uprooting little forests of sapling traditions.
A day or two after Ella saw her father, and he told her the peaches were designed for the family. Ella was somewhat mortified, and afterward told Mrs. Lindsley what her father said about the basket of fruit. It seems very strange that Ella should be so selfish, for her father is not at all so, and I know it must grieve him to have a child of his so forgetful of the enjoyment of others.
"Don't criticize everything I do." At one of these concerts Lilly shot out her hand suddenly, closing it over her mother's wrist. "Mamma, there's Lindsley. See, down there in the fourth row." "Who?" "My English teacher. See, polishing his eyeglasses." Mrs. Becker sat straight, chin out like an antenna. "Is that him?" "Yes, that's he." "I don't see anything so wonderful about him.
On one or two occasions when that picturesque individual, wearing a wolf-skin cap, with the wolf's tail hanging down between his shoulders, presented himself at the door of the cabin to crave some little courtesy, Lindsley closed the front door and brought out the article asked for from the back, like a mediæval chieftain guarding his castle.
You will have to make some portages, and you will have a good appetite for supper when you reach the old Lindsley house, ten miles from Gager's, but its present owner is hospitable. A queer old chap was Lindsley the last time I saw him. I remember how he took me all over his claim and showed me the beauties of Lindsleyville, as he called it.
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