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Did you ever see anything like those figures he is drawing on the melodeon? I believe he's going to be an artist!" Crushed as she was in spirit by her uncongenial surroundings, Dorothy still had enough temper left to be furiously angry. In these latter days, however, she had gained largely in self-control, and now only bit her lips without answering. But Mrs.
They went clothed in steel and equipped with sword and lance and battle-axe, and if they couldn't persuade a person to try a sewing-machine on the installment plan, or a melodeon, or a barbed-wire fence, or a prohibition journal, or any of the other thousand and one things they canvassed for, they removed him and passed on. I was very happy.
They are decently clad, their homes are comfortable, even sometimes going so far as to possess a melodeon and a sewing-machine! They have progressed in agriculture, commerce, the industries, literature and the arts. It is a regenerated nation. The American Board has erased this mission from its list and transferred all responsibility to the Hawaiian Evangelical Association.
'Use it anyways you want, so 's you use it for the church. But, she says, 'why don't you make up your minds now you'll give some kind of an entertainment after we're gone, a harvest festival, she says, 'or the like o' that? Then you could do your paintin', she says, 'an' get you a new melodeon for the Sunday School, or whatever 'tis you want. We've showed you the way, she says.
Felicia and Kirk, though they would have liked well enough to own the old white horse and the Jersey heifers, felt themselves unable to afford live stock, and stayed in the dooryard. Among the furniture so mercilessly dragged from its familiar surroundings to stand on the trampled grass, was a little, square, weathered thing, which Felicia at first failed to recognize as the inevitable melodeon.
He found this a little hard to do at first, but he confessed that it grew easier as he saw more of Miss Casey. He attributed his reform to her entirely. He liked to talk with her about the neighbors in the tenement, and his chance of political advancement to the position of a watchman at the Custom-house Wharf, and hear her play "Mary and John" on the melodeon.
He went through the suite, by the sitting-room, where the sun was pouring in through the looped backed Nottingham curtains upon the clean white matting and the varnished surface of the melodeon, passed on through the bedroom, with its framed lithographs of round-cheeked English babies and alert fox terriers, and came out into the brick-paved kitchen.
Rebecca could have played Mendon in the dark, so she went to the melodeon and did so without any ado, no member of her family being present to give her self-consciousness. The talk that ensued was much the usual sort of thing. Mr.
"I don't hear any more playin' and singin'," she remarked. "It sounded real nice." "We we sung all I knew how to play, I guess, mamma." "I use' to play on the melodeon," Mrs. Bett volunteered, and spread and examined her right hand. "Well!" said Cornish. She now told them about her log-house in a New England clearing, when she was a bride. All her store of drama and life came from her.
"Oh, yes," replied Mrs. Mayfield, glancing round at the preacher who with hat in hand sat on the melodeon stool, gazing at her. "I am not hard to please," she continued, speaking to Margaret. "I have passed that stage." Margaret bowed to her. "Well, I'm mighty glad to hear it. So many folks are hard to please.
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