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Always at Rhoder they are too, tellin' her she must think this and mustn't think that, till the poor gel don't know if she's on her head or her heels. She don't like me to interfere, or it's all I can do sometimes not to put in my word and say, 'You stick to it, Rhoder my dear; you stand up to 'em and your mother'll back you. But Rhoder don't like that.
His mother'll never see him again. I do not speak but look intently out of the window. Again he speaks, leaning forward to be sure that I hear him. 'Have him embalmed; that's the thing; have you got money enough? Can you fancy five hours of this? I got out in the rain several times to try to get into another carriage, but they were all filled. But I never heard of anybody being so nice as Mr.
The farm's about three miles from the station, and we'll reach home after supper. Pap'll be settin' out on the front porch, smokin', and readin' the Cincinnati Gazette, and mother'll be settin' beside him knittin', and the girls'll be clearin' away the supper things. My, won't they be surprised to see us! Won't there be a time! And won't mother and the girls fly around to git us something to eat!
She looked up at the little gray house as she spoke, and her eyes filled with tears. "It's the end of the Clan; that's what it is," said Sandy with deepening despondency. "Oh, come now!" said Alan. "It's not so bad as all that, and I'm surely coming back next summer. I know my mother'll let me, for she'll see how much good it's done me to be here.
She saw herself for a moment in the splendid attire Agnetta had described, and gave a little sigh of longing. "I must go back," she said, getting up suddenly, "Mother'll want me. There's lots to do at home." "I'll go with you a piece," said Agnetta; "we'll go through the farmyard way so as I can leave the basin."
"Ain't you going to wait and ride in the stage coach?" "I'm going right home." "Imogen said to go in the stage-coach. I don't know as mother'll like it if we walk. Why didn't you get the ring, Comfort Pease?" "I don't want any ring. I'm going home to tell my mother."
Ella was the first to speak. "It's too bad, of course, but never mind. Mother'll see the joke of it just as we do. You know she never seems to care what we give her. Old people don't have many wants, I fancy." Frank stirred suddenly and walked the length of the room. Then he wheeled about. "Do you know," he said, a little unsteadily, "I believe that's a mistake?" "A mistake? What's a mistake?"
Never mind, poor little man, we shan't be very long now, and we're all tired, darling father's tired, and I'm tired; and look at Milly there, she looks like a little white ghost. Suppose you be brave, and try a little extra hard to be good. Then mother'll love you an extra bit. And what do you think we shall see soon? such a lovely bit of blue sea with white ships on it.
'Robin was so eager to carry this news to his mother that he could scarce wait till the time came for him to go home, and once he set off 'twas more like dancing across the moor than walking, so happy did he feel. "And even if we can't find the baby's friends," he thought to himself, "mother'll be able to keep her, and glad to do it too, seeing the good luck she's brought us."
So if you-alls will call the last waltz, an' wind her up for to-night, it'll shorely be a he'p. The kid's mother'll be yere by sun-up; which her advent that a-way alters the play all 'round, an' matters then goes back to old lines. "'Enough said, says Jim Hamilton, who runs the dance-hall.
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