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Gilbert laughed outright; and "Red," humanly embarrassed now that his secret was out, paced the room, his hands behind his back, digging his heel every now and then in the floor. "Aw " he began. "Listen, 'Red," said Jones, in sympathy with the lad, and hoping to cover up his confusion. "If Hardy comes, keep him out till I'm alone. I don't want any war talk before the Pells."
"And how should Mrs. Davy know?" "The Davys live next door to the Pells, and the servants of one house carried the news to the other house. She said the General sent to his son's lodging to see if he was in town, but he was not. It was then only eight o'clock in the morning." "How unlikely such a story is! Do you believe it?" "Ask to-morrow. As for me, I neither know nor care. That is the report.
Where was he to obtain the two dollars and forty cents he still lacked? "Won't you come in?" Harrington asked, as Rex stopped in front of the Pells'. "No; not to-night, I'll meet you at the station to-morrow at a quarter to five." "What's the matter with my calling here for you and our going up together?" "Oh, I'll have to go down town first and start from there."
In 1833 a reform of the system of naval administration by Sir James Graham got rid of some cumbrous machinery; and Graham again was intrusted in 1834 with an act under which the Court of Exchequer was finally reformed, and the 'Clerk of the Pells' and the 'Tellers of the Exchequer' ceased to exist. Other offices seem to have melted away by degrees, whenever a chance offered.
The great-grandfather of John Jay was also in large business there at that time, and so were the ancestors of our Delanceys, Badeaus, Pells, Secors, Allaires, and other families familiar to the ears of New Yorkers, many of them having distinguished living representatives among us. They were of the religion "called Reformed," as the king of France contemptuously styled it.
I am now doing work for a lovely family by the name of Mrs. Coddington, as her husband has died not long since, and he was a nice man and they have two lovely girls that teach school. I also work for Mrs. White, who is a lovely lady, and all of her family. At the Pells and the Powells. Mrs.
Society people applied much the same test as did the little "angle" children, only in place of "he's frinds wid der perlice," they substituted "he's very intimate with Miss De Voe, and the Ogdens and the Pells."
"It sounds silly to tell them it wasn't anything, and I can't say, yes, I think it was a very brave act. So there I am." "You poor boy. What do you do, usually?" "Try to get around it by telling them that I'm not the heir but mother. I suppose that's kind of mean, too, for I know she hates to be spoken to about it as much as I do." The Pells were the observed of all observers at the funeral.
"Well, it's about the Pells and the Darleys," explained Miles, the color still surging in his cheeks. "In union there is strength, you know, and haven't you guessed it yet?" "No, indeed, we haven't and just you tell us right out what it is without any more fooling," and Rex made a playful dab at his friend with the big sponge. "All right, here goes then," and Miles drew in his breath.
Pell had persuaded him finally to go South with a friend for a while. "You know he isn't really my own brother," Rex confided to Miles. "But he's a distant relative. His father and mother died when he was very little." Miles was much interested on hearing this. It served in some way to establish another bond between himself and the Pells.
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