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"No," growled Frieda, choking on a spoonful. "And I'm glad we don't. Sundaes aren't so bad, but the name is foolish! I do not wonder Miss Lyndesay lives most of the time in Europe!" The fifth day matters came to a climax. Karl had come over from Cambridge to spend Sunday. Hannah and he seemed to be on the best of terms.
"Poor Frieda," she said in German, "does it hurt you awfully to hear English all the time? There! There! I know how you feel. Did you talk German to her coming over, Miss Lyndesay?" Miss Lyndesay looked guilty. "I'm afraid I did. You see, it was such a fine opportunity for me to practise, and I didn't want her to be homesick, as well as "
"Bell-i-gerent?" Frieda fumbled in her coat pocket and brought out a little red book. "I do not know that word. I will seek him." "O, dear," moaned Hannah. "Are you going around seeking words in a dictionary all the time, Frieda? I'll put a stop to that, you'd better believe." Miss Lyndesay watched the little scene in silence.
Isn't it just the dearest, sleepiest place you ever saw in all your life?" "Is it your first visit here?" asked Miss Lyndesay. "I supposed you knew these villages by heart." "I don't," confessed Hannah.
Miss Lyndesay was silent and Hannah, who had been studying the flames reflectively, looked up presently to see why she made no reply. There was a grave expression on her face, and Hannah's grew startled. Miss Lyndesay, seeing the look of alarm in the child's eyes, smiled and took her hand. "Would you give up your father and mother for any or all of those things, Hannah dear?" she said.
She resented the inspector's opening anything, but Miss Lyndesay and Karl ignored her protest and at last the ordeal was over, and all four were seated in a carriage, driving to the club where they were to lunch with Miss Lyndesay. "Frieda! Frieda! Put your head back in here!" said the harassed guardian of that head, in a tone of mingled amusement and weariness. "If you get her safely to Mrs.
Brookmeadow houses were famous for their wonderful old doorways, with carved lintels, and this was not surpassed by any of them. Its owner's contemplation was cut short by the far-off whir of the trolley, sounding clearly through the still morning. Miss Lyndesay walked quickly along the curving road to the Common where she was to receive her guests.
The little woman at his side paid no attention to him or to the guide, but followed with her eyes a plump young girl in a sailor-suit, who was stooping to gather flowers. "Frieda," she called, "pluck not those blossoms!" Miss Lyndesay approached the young girl. Mona Lisa's inscrutable eyes and elusive smile looked up from below an impossible hat.
"I wasn't going to analyse it any more, but I was just thinking that whichever you meant, they were really all of them the same thing Miss Lyndesay meant when she talked to us about being laetus, I mean, laetae sorte mea, I mean nostra!" Dr. Harlow chuckled softly, but Dr. Helen put a kiss on the sweet mouth with the earnest curve. "When you finish school, Hannah," suggested Dr.
He felt the force of the charm, however uncritically, and grabbed his cap from his head as he drew up beside the lady. "The landlady down there asked me to give you these here, thank you!" He handed out two letters, and then clucked to his horse in an embarrassed fashion as Miss Lyndesay thanked him. "They came after you left, and she said you'd be wanting them, thank you!"
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