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She dwelt upon the beauty of peace and she begged her hearers henceforth to live with each other amicably. It was a capital address, delivered in a mock-serious manner that provoked mirth, and did more toward establishing general good feeling than any other method she might have tried. In closing she said: "The hatchet is the symbol of war.

Otherwise, fond as I am of you" and she spoke with exaggerated solemnity "I must regard you as a failure." The conversation went on uninterruptedly in this style for some time. It appeared to suit each of them. Despard's face, naturally grave, assisted him toward maintaining the mock-serious tone which he chose to adopt; and Mrs. Thornton's peculiar style of face gave her the same advantage.

"And don't say it's about lessons for the coming fall," put in Whopper with a mock-serious look. "Lessons!" burst out Giant. "Perish the thought!" "Well, to start with," began the doctor's son. "How would you like to go camping again?" "Fine!" "Great!" "Couldn't be better!" "Just as I thought," continued Shep. "And just what I told my father.

We went into the parlor-car, and talked over old times and new for an hour. I told him of my marriage and my home, and I studied him. I saw that he still preserved his humorous, mock-serious style of conversation, and that his hand-to-hand battle with the world had made him good-humoredly cynical.

At any "party" he was always talking, jumping about, dancing, cooking something fudge, taffy, a rarebit, and insisting in the most mock-serious manner that all the details be left strictly to him. "Now just cut out of this, all of you, and leave this to your Uncle Dudley. Who's doing this? All I want is sugar, chocolate, a pot, a big spoon, and I'll show you the best fudge you ever ate."

"Yes, my dear, I hear that," said the housekeeper, compressing her lips; "but you can't deceive me. You know you were ill." "I know you wanted to dose me with prune tea," cried Tom hastily; and he made a grimace. "Well, sir, who are you that you are not to be dosed with prune tea?" said Uncle Richard, with a mock-serious look.

Her musical voice vibrated with expression and the mock-serious bantering tones in which she delivered Rosalind's witty speeches caused Mr. Southard to smile and nod approvingly as she gave full value to the immortal lines.

"It's for my first Annual Sale," replied Mr. Povey with false tranquillity. Mrs. Baines merely tossed her head. Constance, happily for Constance, was not present at this final defeat of the old order. Had she been there, she would certainly not have known where to look. "Forty next birthday!" Mr. Povey exclaimed one day, with an expression and in a tone that were at once mock-serious and serious.

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