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"What did she say, Marcy, when she asked invited you?" "She?" "Nonie." "Why she didn't invite me, momie." "But you just said " "It was her brother Archie invited me. We called for him at Columbia Law School, you see. It was he invited me. Of course Nonie wants me and said 'Yes' right after him but it's he who wants Nonie and me to be chums. I He I thought I told you momie."
Take every one on the place, and save what you can. But, Marcy, you cannot do any work with only one hand." "No matter. I can show my good will. I don't expect to have a chance to save anything. The house has been burning so long that the roof is about ready to tumble in. Good-by."
Marcy, as we know, was loyal to the old flag but he had had few opportunities to prove it, until he took his brother, Sailor Jack, out to the Federal blockading fleet in his little schooner Fairy Belle, to give him a chance to enlist in the navy.
Having no watch to stand on this particular night, and having no fear of capture by cruisers or a fight with armed steam launches, Marcy soon fell asleep, to be awakened about midnight by a sound that sent the cold chills all over him. He could not have told just what it was, but all the same it frightened him. He sat up in bed and pulled one of his revolvers from under his pillow.
In this administration also the financial methods of the college were revised. Mrs. Irvine, we are reminded by Florence S. Marcy Crofut, of the class of 1897, "established a system of management and purchasing into which all the halls of residence were brought, and this remains almost without change to the present day." On March 27, 1895, Mrs.
Suddenly Marcia's eyes, almost with the perpendicular slits of her kitten's in them, seemed to swish together like portières, shutting Hattie behind them with her. "Oh my Marcy!" said Hattie, dimly, after a while, as if from their depths. "Marcy, dearest!" "At at Harperly's, momie, almost all the popular upper-class girls wear a a boy's fraternity pin." "Fraternity pin?"
"Scarcely had he ceased speaking, when Uncle Caleb Grandpapa Marcy, Cousin Guth, and good-natured Uncle Dib, and the grindstone-man, Fourney, all dressed in bright aprons, and white ghost-like night-caps made their appearance, tugging and puffing at a hand-bier, on which lay the much-talked-of flounder.
"Then he gets an order from the captain to give the men their clothes and small stores tobacco, soap, sewing silk, and the like, you know, sir. I was told to come back and report to you, Mr. Colson." "Very good. Get aboard the launch. Can you and the moke get along by yourselves?" he continued, turning to Marcy. "I see you have but one hand."
She simply said that she thought he was engaged in a desperate undertaking. "Desperate cases require desperate remedies," answered Marcy, looking out of the window just as Hawkins and his prisoner passed by.
Not in the ground, you know, for if the Union troops should ever come marching through here, we should want to get them out in a hurry." "How would it do to sew them up in a bed-quilt?" said Mrs. Gray, suggesting the first "good hiding place" that came into her mind. "That's the very spot," replied Marcy. "Put them in one of mine, and then I shall have the old flag over me every night."
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