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Updated: July 7, 2025


"I don't 'want' anything the proposal's your own. But you must remember that that's the way we do things NOW," said Mr. Pinhorn with another dig Mr. Deedy. Unregenerate as I was I could read the queer implications of this speech. The present owner's superior virtue as well as his deeper craft spoke in his reference to the late editor as one of that baser sort who deal in false representations. Mr.

Paraday's new book, obtained for it the hospitality of another journal, where, I must admit, Mr. Pinhorn was so far vindicated as that it attracted not the least attention. I was frankly, at the end of three days, a very prejudiced critic, so that one morning when, in the garden, my great man had offered to read me something I quite held my breath as I listened.

When Mrs Pinhorn spoke to him, he fingered his cheek thoughtfully, took off his hat, and passed his hand over his high bald forehead. "What name may you be alludin' to, ma'am?" he enquired very politely. "The name `Lilac' as Mrs James White's goin' to call her child." "Lilac eh! Lilac White. White Lilac," repeated the cobbler musingly.

"Lilac's lucky to get a home like Orchards Farm. But there! Some is born lucky." The conversation continued in the same strain until Mrs Wishing discovered that she must go home and get Dan'l's supper ready. "An' it's time I was starting too," added Mrs Pinhorn. "I've got a goodish bit to walk." They both looked hesitatingly at Lilac.

Eliphalet Pinhorn, who had so distinguished himself on the stage trip to Philadelphia some years before. "It is a long time since we met," said Jack. Mr. Pinhorn's face seemed to lengthen. His mouth and eyes opened wide in a silent demand for information. Jack reminded him of the day and circumstances. For a moment Mr. Pinhorn held his hand against his forehead and was dumb with astonishment.

"No man like you ever recovered from his convictions, for the reason that his convictions are stronger than he is." Mr. Pinhorn partly covered his mouth and turned to the boy and whispered: "It is a time of violent men. Let us hold our peace." At the next stop where they halted for dinner Mr. Adams asked the boy to sit down with him at the table.

A few days after this Lilac sat on her little stool in her accustomed corner, listening in a dreamy way to the muffled voices of Mrs Pinhorn and Mrs Wishing. They spoke low, not because they did not wish her to hear, but because, having just come from her mother's funeral, they felt it befitted the occasion.

"My Ben works there, as you know, and he says money's scarce there, very scarce indeed. One of the men got turned off only t'other day." "Lor', now, to think of that!" exclaimed Mrs Wishing in an awed manner. "An' her in that bonnet an' all them artificials!" "There's a deal," continued Mrs Pinhorn, "in what Mrs White says about them two Greenways gals with their fine-lady ways.

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