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Hiram was from one of the lean streaks in New Hampshire, and, not being overfed in Mr. Silas Peckham's kitchen, was somewhat wanting in stamina, as well as in stomach, for so doubtful an enterprise as undertaking to carry out his employer's orders in the face of the Colonel's defiance. Just then Mr. Bernard and Abel came up together. "Here they be," said the Colonel. "Stan' beck, gentlemen!" Mr.
"It will be bedtime when we reach the Peckhams." "Wal, if you say so, Miss," said the teamster. "I kin eat as soon as you kin cook the stuff, sure! But I did hone for a mess of Miz' Peckham's flapjacks." Frances, well used to campwork, became immediately very busy. She ran for greasewood and such other fuel as could be found in the immediate vicinity, and started her fire.
The trainer smiled very broadly while Pietro snuffed curiously at the soles of Miss Peckham's shoes. And Miss Peckham kicked the harmless Pietro on the nose. The huge brown bear whined again and seemed grieved that his innocent attentions should be so ungratefully received.
"Don't like his looks," the Amarillo young man said, frankly. "Glad we came up as we did." "But you must go on with your friends, Pratt," said Frances, faintly. "Goodness! there are enough of them, and the other fellows can get 'em all back to Mr. Bill Edwards' in time for supper," laughed Pratt. "I believe I'll go on with you. Where are you bound?" "To Peckham's ranch," said Frances, faintly.
It was the old story. A poor country-clergyman dies, and leaves a widow and a daughter. In Old England the daughter would have eaten the bitter bread of a governess in some rich family. In New England she must keep a school. So, rising from one sphere to another, she at length finds herself the prima donna in the department of instruction in Mr. Silas Peckham's educational establishment.
It was the old story. A poor country-clergyman dies and leaves a widow and a daughter. In Old England the daughter would have eaten the bitter bread of a governess in some rich family. In New England she must keep a school. So, rising from one sphere to another, she at length finds herself the prima donna in the department of instruction in Mr. Silas Peckham's educational establishment.
Llewelyn furnished Peckham with long catalogues of grievances. He was quite willing to gain time by discussing his wrongs. Edward's army shared his irritation at Peckham's interference, and, while the archbishop was still in Snowdon, a breach of the truce destroyed any hopes of peace. On November 6 Tany led his troops over the bridge of boats at low water and marched inland.
It was now eleven o'clock, and the battle-field of last evening was as we left it. Mr. Peckham's visit was unexpected, perhaps not very well timed, but the Colonel received him civilly. "Beautifully lighted, these rooms last night!" said Mr. Peckham. "Winter-strained?" The Colonel nodded. "How much do you pay for your winter-strained?" The Colonel told him the price.
I cannot be hard with you, that out of your very affliction has sprung this this well you must name it for me, but the world will never listen to explanations. I am to be Helen Darley, lady assistant in Mr. Silas Peckham's school, as long as I see fit to hold my office. And I mean to attend to my scholars just as before; so that I shall have very little time for visiting or seeing company.
It was a good chance now to show off his power, and, by letting his instructors know the unstable tenure of their offices, make it easier to settle his accounts and arrange his salaries. There was nothing very strange in Mr. Venner's calling; he was one of the Trustees, and this was New Year's Day. But he had called just at the lucky moment for Mr. Peckham's object.
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