They had turned in the long winding avenue, and were following the old gray wall that swept in a wide circle past the negro cabins, then toward the house. Suddenly Mrs. Sequin pointed dramatically to the little porch of one of the cabins. "A Sheraton! Great heavens! Where did it come from? What is it doing there?"
Give my very best regards to Christianna. She surely was good to me in Richmond. I don't know what I would have done without her. At first, before I " Sairy put out her hand. "Give it to me, Tom. I'll read the rest. You're tired." "No, I'm not," said Tom. "At first, before I came up with the Army, I missed her dreadfully." Sairy rose, stepped from the porch, and turned the drying apples.
As they moved away he took his customary seat on the porch to wait for their return patient in outward seeming, but lonely and a little resentful within. Bertha suggested a ride up the Bear Cañon, but Ben was quick to say: "That is too far, I fear, for Alice."
"But, Julia," Barbara added earnestly, "you've no IDEA how hard it was! I told him how grieved and troubled we all were by this silence between you, and I went and got that snapshot Rich took of Anna, you know, the one with the collies. Well, way in the back of that picture you were snapped, too, the tiniest little figure, for you were way down by the road, and Anna close to the porch.
It will stand for a moment in the Parsonage Lane, and then drive back to Douglas by way of Laxey." His face was broken and ugly with shame and humiliation. As she saw this she thought of her confession, and it seemed odious to her now; but there was an immense relief in the feeling that the crisis was over. Pete was shouting at the porch, "Good-night, all! Goodnight!"
Out on the porch a raw youth was playing wailing tunes on a mouth-organ, and in the "parlor" a man was uttering silly jokes to a tittering girl. The smell of cheap cigars filled the hallway and penetrated to her nostrils. Every sight and sound sickened her. "Can it be that the old town, the town of my childhood, was of this character so sordid, so vulgar?" she asked herself.
On the day of Mary's arrival, mother and daughter came down to the wide hotel porch, in the cool idle hour before dinner, and took possession of big rocking-chairs, facing the sea. They were barely seated, when a tall man in white flannels came smilingly toward them. "Mrs.
We did not know it at that time, but just about then the Kid was lying with his boots off in the house of an old Mexican just across there, not very far away from Maxwell's door. He told the Mexican, when he came in, to cook something for him to eat. Maxwell had killed a beef not long before, and there was a quarter hanging up under the porch out in front.
Evening was closing in with a greenish-yellow sunset, and a big full moon pushing up to whiten the sky above it. It was late March now, and the air was full of vernal promise. Johnnie stepped out on the porch and glanced toward the west. She was expecting Gray that evening. Would there be time before he came, she wondered, for a little errand she wanted to do?
I went out into the porch, flung my red handkerchief over my face to keep the flies off, and took my afternoon nap, but still no word came from the hill. Then I fell to laughing, and laughed until I nearly choked myself." "But what were you laughing at?" Buster John inquired, with a serious air. Mr. Rabbit paused, looked at the youngster solemnly, and said, "Well, I'll tell you.