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He was mighty civil to me and took me down to Pfahlert's Hotel, where we had a drink or two, and he told me that he was deeply interested in Miss Maynard's welfare. "'Oh, indeed, says the swab, 'how very interesting! I know Mr. Barry personally and have bought some very valuable ethnographical specimens from him. Good-night, Mr. er, Mr. Watson.
For I know, Mops, your old penholder is broken, and it's silver, anyway. This is nicer, because it's no trouble to keep it clean and bright." "That's so, King, and I'm delighted with this one. I shall write you a letter with it, first of all, and I'll tell you all about the farm." Mrs. Maynard's gift was in a very small parcel, and when Marjorie opened it she found a dear little pearl ring.
You need n't be afraid." "I'm not afraid. I should not care if it were rough! I should not care if it stormed! I hope it I will ask mother to stay with Mrs. Maynard." Mrs. Breen had not been pleased to have her daughter in charge of Mrs. Maynard's case, but she had not liked her giving it up. She had said more than once that she had no faith in Dr. Mulbridge.
"As I understand it, this is an unprofessional visit, and the doctor is here among us as a guest. I don't know exactly what to do under the circumstances, whether we ought to talk about Mrs. Maynard's health or the opera; but I reckon if we show our good intentions it will come out all right in the end."
Scott, with a deferential glance at Grace, "that the sun is good for a person with lung-difficulty." Grace silently refused to consider herself appealed to, and Mrs. Merritt said, "Better than the moon, I should think." Some of the others tittered, but Grace looked up at Mrs. Merritt and said, "I don't think Mrs. Maynard's case is so bad that she need be afraid of either."
It would have been hard for her to have explained just why it was so, but Dryad Anderson had been sitting there in the unlighted front room of the little once-white cottage before Judge Maynard's boxlike place on the hill, watching hour after hour for that light to blink out at her from the dark window of Denny Bolton's house on the opposite slope.
She had gathered from the half jocose ease with which he had listened to Mrs. Maynard's account of herself, and to her own report, an encouragement which now fell to the ground "Yes," she assented, in her despair, "that is the only hope." He sat beside the table in the hotel parlor, where they found themselves alone for the moment, and drubbed upon it with an absent look.
But they brought up with a round turn, though a little dishevelled-looking, to hear Mr. Maynard's reply to Kitty's remark. "Yes, two Ourdays at once!" Marjorie cried, affectionately pulling King's hair as she spoke. He returned the caress by pinching her ear, and said, "Will it be two Ourdays together, Father, or one at a time?"
He looked into her eyes with even more seriousness than he spoke. "Has she friends here?" he asked. "No; her husband is in Cheyenne, out on the plains." "He ought to know," said Dr. Mulbridge. "A great deal will depend upon her nursing Miss ah Dr. Breen." "You need n't call me Dr. Breen," said Grace. "At present, I am Mrs. Maynard's nurse."
I never saw papa so happy as he was the day Mr. Maynard's letter came asking him to go there. "It was a very kind letter, and the salary, of which Mr. Maynard spoke almost apologetically, saying that it would be increased in a few years as the village grew, was more than twice as large as papa had ever received, and there was a nice parsonage besides. "We moved in April.
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