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Mother wants him to come home to dinner." Bob replied that while he appreciated Mrs. Littell's kindness, he could not come that night, and, as he followed Bobby to the elevator, gave Betty a significant glare which, correctly interpreted, read: "Don't forget what I told you!" Mrs.
Lots of times these oil wells, you know, are miles from a railroad or a post-office. You take that Mr. Littell's advice he sounds as if he had a heap of common sense. And whatever they've done to you, you're looking great, Betty. Pretty, and stylish and and different, somehow." Betty blushed becomingly.
On the ground floors are only little fruit shops and laundries and book shops, where you see copies of "Littell's Living Age" and G. W. M. Reynold's novels in the windows. And next poor Fourth Avenue! the street glides into a mediaeval solitude. On each side are shops devoted to "Antiques." Let us say it is night.
Littell, standing on the lowest step under the porte-cochère as the car swept up the drive of Fairfields, as the Littell's home was called. Behind her waited Mr. Littell, fully recovered from the injury to his foot which had made him an invalid during Betty's previous visit.
The Atlantic Monthly and Littell's Living Age, Harper's Magazine, and the New York Tribune also brought up a variety of subjects for discussion.
They had lingered over their ice-cream, and although Carter drove at a good speed, they found that unless they hurried they would be late for dinner. It was one of Mrs. Littell's few unbreakable rules that the girls must change into simple, light frocks for the evening meal, and they went directly upstairs to take off their street clothes,
I wish I could give you a full report of all that he said. He told us of the only lecture he ever delivered; it was before the Royal Institution, March 19, 1858, and was printed in "Fraser's Magazine" for April, just afterwards. It may be found reprinted in America in "Littell's Living Age," No. 734. The subject was "The Influence of Women on the Progress of Knowledge."
Littell's door. That lady hurriedly admitted them, her motherly mind instantly picturing something wrong. "It's Libbie," said Betty softly. "Bob saw her from his window in the garden and he thinks she's walking in her sleep. We don't want to frighten her. What can we do?" "I'll be right out," said Mrs. Littell reassuringly. "Libbie's mother used to walk in her sleep, too.
So the girls danced and had a good time generally for an hour or more, with Mr. and Mrs. Littell looking on. Then Betty sank down on the arm of Mr. Littell's chair. "I've been thinking of something," she half whispered. "Do you like to play checkers? If you do, I know how." Maybe Mr. Littell understood that she was doing it largely to keep him company.
"He has just got back to Flame City, where he found the telegram and my letters. And he wants me to come out to him, as he expects to be there for the next few months. He's been on a long prospecting trip, and he can't get East till his company sends out another representative. You may read the letter!" She thrust it into Mr. Littell's hands and buried her head on Mrs. Littell's broad shoulder.
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