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He was tried before the United States Circuit Court, Judge McAlister presiding, for a violation of the sub-Treasury Act, but was acquitted.
The boy's tone was anxious and pleading, out of all proportion to the gravity of his subject; but Dr. McAlister wisely forbore to smile. All his life, he had made it his rule never to laugh at the earnestness of his children, but to treat it with the fullest respect. "A civil engineer?" he asked, thinking that Allyn was attracted by the profession of his brother-in-law.
"And the beginning of our new one," he added, as the door swung open and Dr. McAlister came into the room. Christmas day dawned, clear and crisp and bracing, and The Savins was gay with Christmas wreaths, with holly and mistletoe boughs. The rooms were in their annual state of disorder, for Christmas gifts and Christmas jokes were piled on all the tables and chairs.
His manner was boyishly eager, his eyes brimming with mischief, as he took her hand and then offered her a small round package wrapped in dainty blue papers. "Merry Christmas, Miss McAlister! Wasn't it too bad of the snow to spoil our drive?" "I like a white Christmas," Phebe said perversely. "What's this?" "A little offering for the season's greeting," he said, laughing.
This number compared very favorably with that of the second chute where Lanky Smith and Frenchy McAlister waved cold irons and sarcastically asked their iron men if the sun was supposed to provide the heat; whereat the down-trodden heaters provided heat with great generosity in their caustic retorts. "Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me," sang Billy Williams, one of the feeders.
I am going to write, all day long; and, when twilight falls, Billy and I will draw our elbow chairs to the fire, and sit and gossip and nod over the andirons till bedtime. We haven't had an hour to ourselves for five months, and now we must make up for lost time." Hubert laughed. "You are as bad as ever. When do I come in?" "On Sundays. I expect a McAlister dinner party, every Sunday night.
Not even the deep sand could hamper her light step, as she came striding along with a perfect disregard of the buzz which passed along the line of awnings parallel with her coming. "Miss Phebe McAlister, Dr. McAlister's daughter, splendid looking girl, but rather eccentric, they say." "A perfect snob; but I don't know as I blame her. Sister to Mrs.
Sometimes I wonder if any one else were ever half so good fun; sometimes I wonder how such a grumpy thing can be a McAlister," she said, with thoughtful frankness. "It's the grumpy side that must be kept under, I suppose; but he isn't real sweet to handle under such circumstances."
It is just on the edge of the bluff, and the latch-string is always out. So are we, for that matter. We spend most of our time down here, all of us but Phebe. She infests the golf links." "You are a golf enthusiast, then Miss McAlister?" "Yes. Aren't you?" "No; not just now, at least. Have they good links here?" "Very." Phebe rose as she spoke. "Where are you going, Babe?" Hope asked.
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