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"Oh, Ronald!" she sighed, her lips quivering suddenly, "I am glad you are better but oh, my dear, I wish I were dead!" "There, there, Clo!" he muttered, patting her stooping shoulder, "I f-frightened you, I suppose. But I'm all right now, dear. W-where's Chichester?" "I don't know, Ronald." "But you, Cleone? You came here to m-meet this this Beverley?" "Yes, Ronald." "D'you know w-what he is?
"M-meet you in front of the White House at eleven," said Jethro, "plumb in front of it, under a tree." By half-past seven, Cynthia and Ephraim with his green umbrella were in the street, but it would be useless to burden these pages with a description of all the sights they saw, and with the things that Ephraim said about them, and incidentally about the war.
"But, Horace, to sell this house over my head what will p-people say?" "I don't care two whoops what people say," Mr. Gower replied unfeelingly. "This is simp-ply outrageous! How is Betty going to m-meet p-people?"
"Why, of course," answered Cynthia, "Cousin Eph and I are going out to see Washington, and he is to show me the places that he remembers." She looked at Jethro appealingly. "Aren't you coming with us?" she asked. "M-meet you at eleven, Cynthy," he said. "Eleven!" exclaimed Cynthia in dismay, "that's almost dinner-time."
"M-meet you in front of the White House at eleven," said Jethro, "plumb in front of it, under a tree." By half-past seven, Cynthia and Ephraim with his green umbrella were in the street, but it would be useless to burden these pages with a description of all the sights they saw, and with the things that Ephraim said about them, and incidentally about the war.
"Why, of course," answered Cynthia, "Cousin Eph and I are going out to see Washington, and he is to show me the places that he remembers." She looked at Jethro appealingly. "Aren't you coming with us?" she asked. "M-meet you at eleven, Cynthy," he said. "Eleven!" exclaimed Cynthia in dismay, "that's almost dinner-time."
"M-meet you in front of the White House at eleven," said Jethro, "plumb in front of it, under a tree." By half-past seven, Cynthia and Ephraim with his green umbrella were in the street, but it would be useless to burden these pages with a description of all the sights they saw, and with the things that Ephraim said about them, and incidentally about the war.
"Why, of course," answered Cynthia, "Cousin Eph and I are going out to see Washington, and he is to show me the places that he remembers." She looked at Jethro appealingly. "Aren't you coming with us?" she asked. "M-meet you at eleven, Cynthy," he said. "Eleven!" exclaimed Cynthia in dismay, "that's almost dinner-time."
"Then you won't m-meet him again?" "No, Ronald." "And you'll try to be a little kinder to C-Chichester?" Cleone shivered and rose to her feet. "Come!" said she, her hands once more clasped upon her bosom, "it grows late, I must go." "Yes. D-devilish depressing place this! G-give me your arm, Clo." But as they turned to go, the bushes parted, and Barnabas appeared. "Cleone!" he exclaimed.
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