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"Adios!" she gayly cried as the "assembly" rang out, loud and clear, and waving their hands and raising their caps, the officers hastened to join their commands. "Adios, till we meet in Manila." "Do you really think of going to the Philippines, Mrs. Garrison?" queried a much older-looking, yet younger woman.
By-and-by we are to marry rather elderly gentlemen, I suppose, with cash: papa and mamma manage that. My sister Augusta is married now to a man much older-looking than papa. Augusta is very beautiful not in my style but dark; her husband, Mr.
The little fellow, who was holding her apron, gave such a lusty shout, that the sound of it made him bashful, and he buried his face in her skirts, to her great admiration. I heard a heavy puffing and blowing coming towards us, and soon Mr. Omer, shorter-winded than of yore, but not much older-looking, stood before me. 'Servant, sir, said Mr. Omer.
Shenac made an incredulous movement. "I am perfectly well," said she. "Yes; but you are changed. You are much thinner than you used to be, and sometimes you look pale and very weary, and you are a great deal older-looking." "Well, I am older than I used to be," said Shenac. She rose and crossed the room to look at herself in the glass. "I don't see any difference," she added, after a moment.
"Only about ten or twelve years," said Lucy, able to laugh now. "I shall be gray-haired long before that time." "You! why, you'll be the same as you are at fifty. You are like mamma; she never grew any older-looking. You must write often, mind, Lucy, and tell me all about everything and everybody." Lucy promised, and, feeling very sad again, rose to light the lamp in case she should break down.
I was silent ... amused ... interested ... then "well, Granma'll tell me all about it when she comes ... and I can judge for myself, and," I added whimsically, "I suppose if they love each other it ought to be all right." And we both laughed. When Granma heard I was West she couldn't reach Antonville fast enough. She was the same dear childlike woman, only incredibly older-looking.
If that fellow were to die, she might have him yet, Hamlyn." We reached the drays. There sat Mrs. Buckley on a log, a noble, happy matron, laughing at her son as he toddled about, busy gathering sticks for the fire. Beside her was Mary, paler and older-looking than when we had seen her last, with her child upon her lap, looking sad and worn.
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