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Thaddler chatted with her over the counter, as far as she would allow it, and discoursed more fully with his friends on the verandah. "Porne," he said, "where'd that girl come from anyway? She's a genius, that's what she is; a regular genius." "She's all that," said Mr. Porne, "and a benefactor to humanity thrown in. I wish she'd start her food delivery, though.
Porne a most friendly and appreciative recommendation of Miss D. Bell by a minister in Jopalez, Inca Co., stating that the bearer was fully qualified to do all kinds of housework, experienced, honest, kind, had worked seven years in one place, and only left it hoping to do better in Southern California. Backed by her own pastor's approval this seemed to Mrs. Porne fully sufficient.
Weatherstone swept her trailing crepe from the automobile to her friend's door, it was opened by a quick, soft-footed maid with a pleasant face, who showed her into a parlor, not only cool and flower-lit, but having that fresh smell that tells of new-washed floors. Mrs. Porne came flying down to meet her, with such a look of rest and comfort as roused instant notice. "Why, Belle!
Weatherstone's suggestion. That lady pushed the plans away from her, and went to the many cushioned lounge in the wide west window, where she sat so long silent that Isabel followed at last and took her hand. "Did you love him so much?" she asked softly. "Who?" was the surprising answer. "Why Mr. Weatherstone," said Mrs. Porne. "No not very much. But he was something." Isabel was puzzled.
"We never pretended to have a fish course ourselves do you?" Mrs. Ree did not, and eagerly disclaimed any desire for fish. The meat was roast beef, thinly sliced, hot and juicy. "Don't you miss the carving, Mr. Porne?" asked the visitor. "I do so love to see a man at the head of his own table, carving." "I do miss it, Mrs. Ree. I miss it every day of my life with devout thankfulness.
Eltwood slowly, "if you were offered heartiest appreciation, profound respect, as well as love, of course; would you object to marrying, Miss Bell?" asked in an even voice, as if it were a matter of metaphysical inquiry. Mrs. Porne had told him of her theory as to a lover in the home town, wishing to save him a long heart ache, but he was not sure of it, and he wanted to be.
"There is surely no objection to your asking, madam," she replied politely. "Mrs. Porne will not mind telling you, I am sure." "Hm!" said the patronizing visitor, regarding her through her lorgnette. "Very good. Whatever it is I'll double it. When can you come?" "My engagement with Mrs. Porne is for six months," Diantha answered, "and I do not wish to close with anyone else until that time is up.
Porne?" and she stood up, taking out her handkerchief. "Certainly," said Mrs. Porne, "with pleasure! You won't find any!" Mrs. Dankshire climbed heavily upon a carefully selected chair and passed her large clean plain-hemmed handkerchief across the top of a picture. "I knew it!" she proclaimed proudly from her eminence, and showed the cloth still white.
It was then also that I knew that the black bats would be abroad, so as to make it unlikely our movements would be observed, since the inhabitants of Porne would be shut up in their houses. So, when all was still, I took the smallest of the ship's boats, and was rowed in the direction of the frigate.
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