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And then if Nobody speaks to you, answer him politely, and say your father, one Mr. Maynard, desires his advice and assistance." "Oh, Father, I do believe you're crazy!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Never mind," said King, "if Father's crazy, we'll be crazy too! What next, for orders?" "After that, be guided by your own common sense and good judgment. And, you wouldn't be frightened at Nobody, would you?"
"I don't yet imagine," wrote his friend, Sir William Maynard, shortly before the death of Colonel J. Selwyn, "you are quite established in his good opinion, and if his life is but spared one twelvemonth you may have an opportunity of convincing him you are in earnest in your promises of a more frugal way of life."
And Judge Maynard also crossed his knees, tucked his thumbs into his waistcoat pockets, and winked back with equal joviality. "Well, ye-e-s," he agreed, and the agreement was weightily deliberate. "Ye-e-s, quite a handful was Jeddy." One pudgy hand was uplifted in sudden, deprecatory haste, as though he would not be misunderstood.
"Before we discuss the question further," said Mr. Maynard, "I must tell you of something I did to-day. I adopted a new pet." "Oh, Father, what is it a dog?" cried Marjorie. "No, it isn't a dog; guess again." "A cat!" Kitty guessed, while King said, "A goat?" "Wrong, all of you," said Mr. Maynard; "now see if you can't guess it by asking twenty questions."
He did not meet her eye at once, and he seemed in no haste to avail himself of the leave granted him. A heavy sadness blotted the gayety of a face whose sunny sympathy had been her only cheer for many days. She fancied a bewilderment in its hopelessness which smote her with still sharper pathos. "Of course," she said, "I appreciate your wish to do what I wanted, about Mrs. Maynard.
What sort of day do you think it's going to be for a sail?" Barlow came out to the edge of the piazza, and looked at the sea and sky. "First-rate. Fog's most burnt away now. You don't often see a fog at Jocelyn's after ten o'clock in the mornin'." He looked for approval to Mrs. Maynard, who said, "That's so. The air's just splendid. It 's doing everything for me."
Kitty's fondness for ice cream was a family joke, but all welcomed the little Santa Clauses made of orange ice, and carrying trees of pistache cream. After dinner a game of romps was allowed. Mrs. Maynard, Grandma and Baby Rosy did not join in this, but went off by themselves, leaving the living-room to the more enthusiastic rompers.
"And enchanted carpets that carry you in a minute to India and Arabia." "Yes, and upstairs to bed! Good-night." "And knights in armor, with glittering spears " "Good-night, Marjorie Maynard!" "Good-night, Father. And rose-gardens with fountains and singing birds " "Skip, you rascal! Scamper, fly, scoot! Good-night for the last time!"
"Besides, these Brewsters have a farm, you know, and I suppose they raise lots of things that we have to pay such awful prices for eggs, chickens, butter and vegetables," added Eleanor. Mrs. Maynard and Barbara looked with admiration at the young girl, for that was an idea they had not thought of! "Of course, that's why they can board us so reasonably!
Lieutenant Maynard, as he called out the order, ran forward through the smoke, snatching one of his pistols out of his pocket and the cutlass out of its sheath as he did so. Behind him the men were coming, swarming up from below. There was a sudden stunning report of a pistol, and then another and another, almost together.
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