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Riggs," and the speaker looked questioningly into the eyes of his companion, as if he doubted his seriousness in asking him to become a partner in his business. Mr. Riggs was not joking, however, and he met George Peabody's perplexed gaze smilingly, as he replied: "That is no objection. If you are willing to go in with me and put your labor against my capital, I shall be well satisfied."
This instance, though felt at the time to be of mysterious significance if the cause were ever revealed, paled into nothingness when, after the ringing of the last bell, Nancy Wentworth walked up the aisle on Justin Peabody's arm, and they took their seats side by side in the old family pew.
"Go in a closed carriage," was Peabody's final warning. She knows them well. Maybe we can influence the old man through his girls, don't you see?"
He must have stayed with his family at Doctor Peabody's on West Street, for he speaks of the incessant noise from Washington Street, and of looking out from the back windows on Temple Place. This locates the house very nearly. Two months later, July 5, 1850, he was at Lenox, in the Berkshire Mountains. Mrs.
I do not mean that Josephine Peabody's poems resemble glad Polyanna, but I was driven to these divagations by the number of cheery lyrics that she has felt it necessary to write. Now I find it almost as depressing to be told that there is hope as to be told that there isn't. I met Poor Sorrow on the way As I came down the years; I gave him everything I had And looked at him through tears.
Two big pack baskets stood by the window filled with provisions and blankets, and the black bottom of Uncle Peabody's spider was on the top of one of them, with its handle reaching down into the depths of the basket. The musket and the powder horn had been taken down from the wall and the former leaned on the window-sill. "If we see a deer we ain't goin' to let him bite us," said Uncle Peabody.
Betty was still mystified. "What has Bob to do with it?" she urged. "I don't see how the deed would be of any use to him; he couldn't claim the lots." "No, he couldn't claim the lots," admitted Joseph Peabody's wife. "But he could hold the deed and threaten to notify George Warren, if Joseph didn't pay him a good round sum of money. Mind you, I'm not saying he would do that, Betty, but he could.
Peabody's natural curiosity had to be satisfied, and as it was no longer a secret Betty told her of Lockwood Hale and Bob's determination to find out more about himself. "He doesn't want any deed," she finished scornfully. "Can't you make Mr. Peabody see how foolish such an accusation is?" Mrs. Peabody leaned against the kitchen table wearily. "I know what he's thinking," she said dully.
Nor is J.C. Peabody's poetic capacity superior to his honesty or his learning; witness such lines as these: "My parents natives of Lombardy were." "They'll come to blood and then the savage party." "Like as at Palo near the Quarnaro." "I am not Aeneas; I am not Paul." We have exhibited sufficiently the merits of what its author declares to be "perhaps a better translation" than any other.
"But I'm so sorry for him, Tom," she protested contritely. "He did bring me here in a way." "Well, I'll take you home another way," said good-looking Mr. Reddon. It was also noticed that Rosalie Gray had much of a confidential nature to say to Miss Banks as they parted for the evening, she to go home in Blucher Peabody's new sleigh.
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