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"I claim that Miss Minturn's reason is 'good and sufficient, and I move that she be excused," said Miss Clark, the young lady who had previously spoken in Katherine's behalf. The excitement was increasing, and the president was obliged to rap vigorously for order before she could make herself heard. "Does anyone second Miss Clark's motion?" she inquired.
It was thus in the humble home of Nannie Bates' mother, and also in the magnificent abode of the Minturn's, whose hearts were untarnished by the constant in-pouring of a lavish opulence. Four years had elapsed since Nannie found shelter under that pleasant roof, and little Dora had learned to cling to her with an unwonted affection. Mrs.
This was going to be a great day for Tip; it is true he was far behind some others of his age, so far that not a single class of Howard Minturn's and Ellis Holbrook's were to be examined that day, the advance classes being put for the next day, while all of his came that morning; but then Tip knew there was change enough in him to call the attention of every one present.
"Mamma, why cannot we have a book like Mrs. Minturn's?" "We will have, dear," was the prompt response. "Have you had enough?" as the girl gently put away the half-eaten slice of toast. "Yes, when I have had the milk." She drank it all and then lay back, smiling contentedly. "It is so nice not to have any pain," she added; "it makes me love everybody. Ha!
Minturn's volume is very different from an ordinary sketch of travel over a well-beaten road. He writes with singular condensation. His power of observation is of that intuitive strength which catches at a glance the salient and distinctive points of every thing he sees.
"Besides," said Edward, reserving one of his best arguments till the last, "I know somebody who would help Bob ever so much, Mr. Ray would find him out." Mr. Minturn's eyes grew bright, and he smiled a half sad smile. "Yes," he said, "that's true enough; Ray can't come near anybody without helping him. Well, write to the boy to come on; we'll try him. Has he anything to come with?"
Tip took his hat and started for the store; as he went he whistled a little. The cough-candy was found at a store away up town, and, getting a paper of it, Tip dashed on around the corner and opened Mr. Minturn's store door. "When is your brother going home?" he asked, without ceremony, seeing Mr. Minturn behind the counter. "Next Monday."
"The little mischief is game," he at length observed, "and this document is a very clever stroke of business; though at first it sounded rather pert, as if she were bound to make a joke of the affair. But there is a straightforwardness and an appreciation of Miss Minturn's position in it that rings true.
"Nearly every night," replied Josephson, now glib enough as his first excitement subsided and his command of English returned. "He was a neighbor of Mr. Minturn's, I hear. Oh, what luck!" growled Josephson as the name recalled him to his present troubles.
Why, it looks almost as nice here as it does at Howard Minturn's." All that evening there seemed a spell upon the Lewis family. Mrs. Lewis didn't say one cross or fretful word; indeed, she had no cause, for in Kitty's heart there was a strange, new feeling of love for her mother, of longing to please and give her comfort; and never was mother waited on with a more quiet care than Mrs.
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