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At this moment, so critical for Cecilia, a party of her companions opened the door. She knew that they came as purchasers, and she dreaded her Flora's becoming the prize of some higher bidder. "Here," said she, hastily putting the box into the peddler's hand, without looking at it; "take it, and give me the Flora." Her hand trembled, though she snatched it impatiently.

Miss Williams and Rose were yet in the dining-room lingering over a late dinner. "I'll see," said the maid, but dog and peddler followed her at once into the presence of the ladies. Quite a ripple of amusement was created at the novel sight of the dog bearing the peddler's pack. "Ladies, I beg your pardon," cried the queer looking man, lifting his hat and thrusting it under his arm.

"Men generally claim the monopoly of those agreeable toys, I believe." "Love is impossible where there are concealments. A secret is like a worm in the heart of an apple, and nothing but rottenness and corruption follow." "Fortunately, you harbor none. You have turned your heart inside out, like a peddler's pack, and a gratifying display it made! I am more than satisfied."

Bienville is a soldier, not a courtier, and stung beyond endurance by the threat of his enemies that they would yet beguile your Majesty to sell your fair Province of Louisiana, and turn the royal barracks into a peddler's shop mayhap he did use some such hot and thoughtless expressions to me. These, some spy may have overheard and forwarded here to his hurt.

But be sure you git rid of the kid an' start back so's to git here by midnight." Apple and Chick-chick took up the trail with renewed confidence now that they felt they had only Jervice to reckon with. They had seen him at the scout camp last Sunday and had no great respect for his dimensions or prowess. It was late in the afternoon when first they saw the peddler's car in the road ahead.

Barkswell raised his head and glared at the speaker in evident amazement. "Yes, one myself." "I deny it." "I think I can convince you." With the words, the peddler's hand went to his head, a few passes were made, and the man stood transformed. It was a complete metamorphosis. On the ground lay red wig and black patch. An exclamation fell from many lips. Andrew Barkswell uttered a great cry.

The muscles of the peddler's face were seen to move, and as the first clod of earth fell on the tenement of his father, sending up that dull, hollow sound that speaks so eloquently the mortality of man, his whole frame was for an instant convulsed.

And then we saw our warbler. He was little and plump and red-faced, with a greasy hat and a drooping beer-gilded moustache, and he wore on his coat a bright blue peddler's license badge. He shuffled along, stooping over a pouch of tin whistles and gurgling in one as he went. There's your poem, we said to Endymion "The Song-Sparrow on Grand Street."

"You see, it's this way, girlies," said Cousin Ethel, after she had led the way to a pleasant corner of the veranda, and her guests were grouped about her. "A Charity Club to which I belong is going to have a sort of an entertainment which is not exactly a fair or a bazaar, but which is called a Peddler's Festival.

"I was going to wash him, Mother, 'cause maybe he got soiled in the peddler's basket." "Well, he has had his bath all right," said Mother, with a laugh. "And I think he is pretty clean. He does not seem to be melting any, but it would be well to let him dry. Here, I'll set him on the window sill and open the window. The breeze will dry him off better than if you wiped him with a towel.

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