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Milliken did invite me to tea, and talked fine arts and poetry over the meal, both the beverage and the conversation seemed very weak and insipid to me, and I fell asleep once in my chair opposite that highly cultivated being.
"I've got a kodak an' a graphophone an' a lot o' Milliken's cough syrup with the recipe " "Why there!" cried Phoebe, exultantly. "Milliken's cough syrup is only four years old, ain't it?" Droop did not reply, but his silence was a virtual assent. "The's a mint o' money in that you know there is, Mr. Droop," she urged. "Why, I guess Mr. Milliken must have two or three millions, hasn't he?"
He broke off and puffed vigorously into the speaking tube. "Miss Milliken, kindly repeat what you were saying just now about life.... Yes, yes, that's enough!" He put down the instrument. "Yes, life is real, life is earnest," he said, gazing at Sam seriously, "and the grave is not our goal. Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime.
"Of course, honey. He's a boy, you know." "Laugh away! I'm too happy to care. I do like boys best. Why shouldn't I? They're heaps more fun than girls except you. And to think! Helena and Jim were the real chaperons of our trip, though Helena's governess, Miss Milliken, was called such. But she's a stick! I had the time of my life, keeping her scared all the way on. Oh!
"That was Miss Milliken's sister." "Indeed? I didn't know Miss Milliken had a sister." "No?" said Sam. "She is not very like her in appearance." "No. This one is the beauty of the family, I believe. A very bright, intelligent girl. I was telling her about your revolver just before you came in, and she was most interested. It's a pity you haven't got it with you now, to show to her."
Mr. Burch bowed courteously, accepted the invitation "in the same spirit in which it was offered," and asked Brother Milliken to lead in prayer. If the Eternal Ear could ever tire it would have ceased long ere this to listen to Deacon Milliken, who had wafted to the throne of grace the same prayer, with very slight variations, for forty years. Mrs.
There was no time for discipline then, and she was borne to the breakfast-table, where Timothy was already making acquaintance with Miss Vilda. Samantha entered, and Vilda, glancing at her nervously, perceived with relief that she was "taking things easy." Ah! but it was lucky for poor David Milliken that he couldn't see her at that moment.
Between him and Millikin, his brother-in-law, there was not much sympathy: for he pronounced Mr. Milliken to be what is called a muff; and had never been familiar with his elder sister Lavinia, of whose poems he had a mean opinion, and who used to tease and worry him by teaching him French, and telling tales of him to his mamma, when he was a schoolboy home for the holidays.
I think it's wicked, positively wicked My darling Scott how can you? And are you going to make a Christmas-book this year?" "Shall I tell you about it?" Oh, how she did fidget! how she did grumble! how she altered and twisted her position! and how she did make poor Milliken trot!
"Who is that sorry-looking man that always sits on the bench at the store, Samanthy?" "That's David Milliken." "Why does he look so sorry, Samanthy?" "Oh, he's all right. He likes it fust-rate, wearin' out that hard bench settin' on it night in 'n' night out, like a bump on a log! But, there, Timothy, I've gone 'n' forgot the whole pepper, 'n' we're goin' to pickle seed cowcumbers to-morrer.