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At night, they murmured, not always among themselves, when he waked up and in stentorian tones demanded a drink. No child of three is altogether a desirable companion on a long journey, least of all McAlister Holden. Small wonder that it was a pale and haggard Hope who drove up to The Savins, one night in late June, while Mac was as vivacious as at the start!
George Walker, a native of Clackmannanshire, pointed out the advantages of the present site of the Capital of the United States, and George Buchanan, another Scot, laid out Baltimore town in 1730. It is not known why he dropped the "Mac." Major Hugh McAlister, who served in the Revolutionary War, later founded the town of McAlisterville, Pennsylvania, was of Scots parentage.
The tall, sinewy bathing master sat on the shore, his yellow collie beside him, enjoying an interval of well-earned leisure, for at this season he was the most conspicuous and the most popular figure on Quantuck beach. Just now, he was looking on in manifest pride at the skill of his latest pupil, Phebe McAlister. Even Dragons' Row fell silent, when Phebe took to the water for her noon bath.
"And then I came home," she said quietly. There was a long pause. Theodora was aimlessly turning over the photographs in her lap, while Phebe methodically packed away the contents of her trunk. The room was quite orderly again before either of the sisters spoke. Then Theodora asked, "What are you going to do now, Babe?" "Study." "Study what?" "Medicine." "Phebe McAlister!"
Let Thomas Atkins, Patrick Murphy, Sandy McAlister, and Pitou Dupont fight him under what leadership they can get, until honour is satisfied, simply because if St. George does not slay the dragon the world will be, as a friend of mine said of Europe the other day, "no place for a gentleman." *Recapitulation.*
"No matter," he said soothingly, much as he might have spoken to a child; "I am an old acquaintance, you know; and I never tell tales." Suddenly Phebe laughed out blithely. "What about the last night you were at Quantuck, Mr. Barrett?" "Oh well, that was different. How could I know that my muddy, murderous Amazon was Miss Phebe McAlister in disguise?"
"I haven't touched a club since I came." "Did it ever occur to you, Miss McAlister, that you were very lazy?" "Did it ever occur to you, Mr. Barrett, that you were outspoken?" Like a pair of children, they laughed together, and Phebe suddenly discovered that his eyes were singularly clear and frank.
What is it, Jack?" she added, as her husband looked up from his paper with an exclamation of surprise. "I've have been entertaining angels unawares, in the next block, that is," he answered. "Listen to this: 'Mrs. Theodora McAlister Farrington, the novelist, who has been spending the winter with her sister, Mrs. Holden of Murray Street, left for her home in New England, to-night." "Ah h!"
"Perhaps not; but there is no upper class in a shop. But you said something about some drawings. Have you made some?" "Yes." "What are they?" "These." And Allyn offered a half-dozen sheets of paper to his father. Dr. McAlister glanced at them; then he put the reins into Allyn's hand. "Here," he said; "you can drive. I want to look at these."
There's no use in saying anything more about it, And now promise me that you will forget it, as a favor to me, please." As he spoke, he looked steadily into Phebe's eyes, and her eyes drooped. For the first time in her life, Phebe McAlister had become self-conscious in the presence of a young man. He dropped her hand and raised his cap once more.
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