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All the defiance had left him now; he scarcely raised his head as he crept out the back way to his rooms next door. Upon hearing the school story in full Mr. MacAllister decided to take his daughter and Tavia back to the school room himself, and set every thing right with Miss Ellis and her pupils.
If she could only explain, she said to herself in despair. She looked out of the west window away down Champlain's Road with its swaying, towering hedge of bejeweled elms, to the old farm-house against the pines of Long Hill. Mother MacAllister would understand without any explanation. If she were only telling Mother MacAllister! "It seems so unnecessary, your leaving Mrs.
Mr. Gordon gazed around wonderingly. "Lizzie? I didn't miss the wee lamb. Where's our little 'Lizbeth, Margaret?" Miss Gordon sighed. William never knew where the children were. "Did you forget it's Saturday?" she inquired. "Elizabeth always spends Saturday afternoon with Mrs. MacAllister," she explained to the young man. "Mrs.
You could drive over and take your family to either of three places: to a colored family on Macallister Street, by the name of Hall; or to Levi Coffin's, on the corner of Ninth and Walnut Streets; or bring them here to John Hatfield's. At either of these places you are as sure of going through safe as if you were already in Canada."
Finally the picnic lunches were disposed of, and Tavia took Dorothy's arm as they walked homeward she had much to tell Dorothy and knew that no girl would interrupt such apparent confidence as "arm in arm" indicated. "And what do you think Mr. MacAllister said?" began Tavia. "That old Squire Sanders let that horrible man get out of Dalton the man who frightened us so!"
There was a secret bond of sympathy between the sisters that enabled Mary to divine that whatever was the nature of Elizabeth's trouble, Mother MacAllister would prove an excellent doctor. But Elizabeth took the bowl. "No, I must attend to Eppie myself. Aunt Margaret does not want you to be with her. Never mind me, Mary dear, I've made a big muddle of things, as usual, but it can't be helped now.
The old kitchen, spotlessly clean, was flooded with the evening light the yellow painted floor, the shining kettle sputtering comfortably on the stove, and the tin milk-pans ranged along the walls all gave back the sunset glow. This was the hour Elizabeth enjoyed most the hour when she and Mother MacAllister were safe from the teasing and tormenting of Charles Stuart.
His wife and he played into each other's hands in their jeux d'esprit; and kept Olive's inquiring Boston mind at work in the vain endeavor to account for and to place them socially. Bartley hung about Mrs. Macallister, and was nearly as obedient as her husband. He felt that the Hallecks disapproved his behavior, and that made him enjoy it; he was almost rudely negligent of Olive.
My little girl Dorothy had the whole thing planned out, and talked me over to her way. She is very fond of the Travers girl, you know." The office door opened and Mr. MacAllister entered. "Hullo!" he said cheerily. "Been lobbying, Major?" "Seems so." "Well, Travers has my vote," Mr. Ford hurried to say. "What, going back on your party?" said Mr. MacAllister, laughing.
"There are my brother and his friend, Mr. MacAllister," she said with wicked intent. "Oh, I don't want young men," said Miss Kendall all unsuspicious. "There is another society for looking after them. MacAllister" she consulted the note-book. "I think that was the name of the person who sent in another young woman's name Turner. Is there a Miss Turner boarding here?"
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