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Updated: June 6, 2025


Wednesday 's a holiday on account of Miss Dearborn's going home to her sister's wedding, and the Cobbs and Perkinses want to go down to the Agricultural Fair."

"Hwhat's this?" says he. "Who's Perkins? Is it a supper-ball, or only a tay-ball?" "The Perkinses of Pocklington Square, Mulligan, are tiptop people," says I, with a tone of dignity. "Mr. Perkins's sister is married to a baronet, Sir Giles Bacon, of Hogwash, Norfolk. Mr. Perkins's uncle was Lord Mayor of London; and he was himself in Parliament, and MAY BE again any day.

The Markhams were there, with Julia, and the bevy of beautiful girls we saw with her at the store; Mrs. Ford from Burton, with some of her set; two or three from Chardon; the Harmons from Mantua; some of the Kings from Ravenna; two or three Perkinses from Warren, and many others. A rather showy young Mr.

In short, it provided the Perkins family with that object-lesson to which I have already alluded. The Bradleys arrived on Sunday night, and as they came late little Harry Bradley and the still smaller Jennie Bradley were tired, and hence not at all responsive to the welcomes of the Perkinses, large or small. They were excessively reticent. When Mrs.

I've seen a Southerner on being introduced to the King of England hand that monarch, without batting his eyes, the information that his grand-aunt on his mother's side was related by marriage to the Perkinses, of Charleston. I knew a New Yorker who was kidnapped for ransom by some Afghanistan bandits. His people sent over the money and he came back to Kabul with the agent.

"When father comes home we might have what they did at the Perkinses when they went in their new place a house-warming. Is that like a party?" "About the same thing." "Cousin Elizabeth thinks it wicked. Wouldn't she think dancing wicked?" "I am afraid she would." Cynthia sighed. No, she couldn't have a party here. She waited quite eagerly for Polly's account. The little girl was in her own room.

She must do something with them, and clear up her life, sweep, and garnish before the summons came. She was getting to be old now, and if she went off suddenly someone would come in and take possession and scatter her treasures. Likely as not it would be the Perkinses, for she hadn't made any will. Why shouldn't Betty have some of them and go off on her good time.

She has lived here since the early fifties, and was a Perkins, one of the eleven Perkins children that grew up in town; and the Perkinses were related by marriage to the Mortons, of whom there are over fifty living adult descendants on the town-site now. So one begins to see why she is called "Aunt Martha" Merryfield.

"Do you think it's worth while?" sibilated Miss Miranda in answer. "The Perkinses always do." "All right. You know where they be." Rebecca moved quietly towards the door, and the young Burches cataracted after her as if they could not bear a second's separation.

I just got sick of those Perkinses, and I took the money and went to Boston and got dressed up, and then came on here. I I just about spent all the money he sent me to get here." "Well, that was perhaps unwise," said Mr. Hammond. "But don't worry. Come along now to Mother Paisley. She will look out for you and you can stay with us until your father appears. There is some mistake somewhere."

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