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They meanwhile entered by Mr. Perkins's own private door, and had been occupied in examining the delightful rooms on the ground-floor, which were to be his dining-room and library from which they ascended a stair to visit the other two rooms, which were to form Mrs. John Perkins's drawing-room and bedroom. Scully, and during the delivery of her little oration, was as cool as the coolest cucumber.
At twelve Perkins turned out the gas. "That settles the lamp question, anyhow," he whispered to himself as he went up-stairs, and then he went into Mrs. Perkins's room. "Well, Bess," he said, "it's all over, and I've made up my mind as to where the lamps are to go." "Good!" said the little woman. "On the gate-posts?" "No, dear. In the parlor the cloisonné lamps from Tiffany's."
She was soon examining the goods that Perkins's boy had brought up to her fancy things for herself and young Sanford, and coarse cloth for her servants. She concluded nothing about staple trading till her husband should return; for prices were to be fixed on the corn and bacon which must be paid in exchange.
Perkins, as he rolled swiftly and silently into view from round the end of the rustic pergola, between the house yard and the big cedar. 'Aha! The Peripatacious one! Tssp! Yes. Mrs. Perkins wants a word with you, youngfellermelad. Come on this way. She's on the front verandah. I found myself involuntarily seeking to emulate Mr. Perkins's remarkable method of locomotion.
Next, I read French Sismondi's Literature of Southern Europe till eight; then, two or three lectures in Brown's Philosophy. About half-past nine, I go to Mr Perkins's school, and study Greek till twelve, when, the school being dismissed, I recite, go home, and practise again till dinner, at two.
Perkins's room. "No, Jane, I haven't; why?" The girl began to shed tears. "Because you'd ought to have, ma'am. I know well enough that I ain't satisfactory to you," she returned, her voice quivering, "and I can't be, and I know you want me to go and I I've come to give you notice." Then Mrs.
Later she got a place to her satisfaction, and one night the Perkins were invited to dine with Jane's new employers. They went and found their old-time "butler" at the very zenith of her powers. She served the dinner as she had never served one in her palmiest days in the Perkins's dining-room; and when all was over, and when Mrs.
Her mind dwelt a good deal on what she had seen at Miss Perkins's, more than forty years before, and on her children and Ted, and when Cindy returned in the autumn she went back to him and the twins, laden with gifts from Amy and Eloise, the latter of whom saw that her mother gave more judiciously than she would otherwise have done.
Perkins's balcony. He told me to take you." "But I can't leave " "Yes, you can. Everything's all right. Come quick. The first autos are coming you can see 'em miles off." With one glance about the kitchen, where two extra helpers were busy with the last preparations, over which Mrs.
Every day the Sydney Morning Herald was delivered at the Perkins's establishment, and every evening it reached the kitchen at tea-time. Mrs. Gabbitas regarded it as a very useful journal for fire-lighting purposes, but having no other interest in it was quite agreeable to its being out-of-date by one day when it reached her hands.
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