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Jordan Morse answered Miss Merriweather's telephone call. "I want to talk with you," said she peremptorily. "I'll come right up," replied Morse. She stood on the porch with her hands tightly locked together when Jordan dashed up the roadway. She walked slowly down the steps. "What's up?" demanded Morse. Molly glanced backward at the quiet home.
Then he left her, asking her politely to make herself at home until he returned. Jinnie waited and waited until she thought she couldn't possibly wait any longer. Peg would be worried, terribly worried, and little Bobbie wouldn't eat his supper without her. But because of Miss Merriweather's kindness and her own great desire to see her sweetheart, she must stay until the last moment.
I felt sorry about his killing the hens, because I loved them too." "I see," sighed the father. "Now there's Molly I call her Molly the Merry " "Who's Molly the Merry?" interrupted Singleton. "Old Merriweather's daughter. She's prettier than the summer roses, and they're pretty, believe me. Her smiles're warmer'n the sun." "Ah, yes! I remember the Merriweathers. Is the old man still alive?"
The radicals were beaten on platform; but, thanks to a desperate effort of Merriweather's in "coaxing" rural delegates, a frothing, wild-eyed, political crank got the nomination. And he never spoke during the campaign that he didn't drive voters away from his ticket and, therefore, from Scarborough.
The dining room door opened and she tried to stifle her swiftly coming breaths. Virginia could see a pair of legs, man's legs, and they weren't country legs either. Following them were the light frillings of a woman's skirts. "It's warmer here," said Miss Merriweather's voice. Molly and the man took chairs. From her position Virginia could not see his face.
Culver went to Merriweather's office and sent out for him and Larkin. When they arrived he shut the doors and told them what had happened and in his manner there was not left a trace of the New Yorker and ambassador condescending to westerners and underlings. Larkin cursed; Merriweather gave no outward sign. Presently Merriweather said: "Larkin, you must adjourn the convention over to-morrow.
He came into the Senate from your state two years ago." "Well, he's built up a machine of his own and runs things to suit himself." "I thought he wasn't a politician," said I. Merriweather's bony face showed a faint grin. "The best ever," said he. "He's put the professionals out of business, without its costing him a cent. I've got tired of waiting for him to blow over."
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