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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I can't change my 'things'! I've got just twenty minutes to get to May Parcher's the crowd meets there, and they're goin' to take the trolley in front the Parchers' at exactly a quarter after 'leven. PLEASE don't keep me any longer, mother I GOT to go!" She stepped into the hall and returned immediately. "Here's your overcoat, Willie." His expression was of despair.
And evading a hand which still sought to clutch him, he departed hotly. ... Mr. Parcher's voice expressed wonder, a little later, as he recommended his wife to turn her gaze in the direction of "that Baxter boy" again. "Just look at him!" said Mr. Parcher.
Parcher's porch; but in the daytime, though William did not literally make hay while the sun shone, he at least gathered a harvest somewhat resembling hay in general character.
That sounds all right, doesn't it, mamma?" Mrs. Baxter hesitated, but she was inclined to hear as complete as possible a report of Mr. and Mrs. Parcher's conversation, since it seemed to concern William so nearly; and she well knew that Jane had her own way of telling things or else they remained untold. "I I suppose so," Mrs. Baxter said, again.
He had seen himself bending toward the sweet blonde head to murmur the few last words of simple eloquence, while her eyes lifted in mysterious appeal to his and he had put no other figures, not even Miss Parcher's, into this picture. Parting is the most dramatic moment in young love, and if there is one time when the lover wishes to present a lofty but graceful appearance it is at the last.
And as for the third of this little party, Miss Parcher's visitor, those peregrinating legs suggested nothing familiar to her. "Oh, see the fun-ee laundrymans!" she cried, addressing a cottony doglet's head that bobbed gently up and down over her supporting arm. "Sweetest Flopit must see, too! Flopit, look at the fun-ee laundrymans!" "'Sh!" murmured Miss Parcher, choking. "He might hear you."
"You haf to be quiet on Sunday nights, don't you?" "Yes'm. 'Ain' got no mo' kaytun till nex' Friday even'." "Oh, I bet that's the party for Miss Pratt at Mr. Parcher's!" Jane cried. "Didn't I guess right?" "Yes'm. I reckon I'm a-go'n' a see one you' fam'ly 'at night; see him dancin' wait on him at ref'eshmuns." Jane's expression became even more serious than usual. "Willie?
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