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If a porter were wanted to move furniture, or a woman wanted to do charing, or some one to clean windows or any other odd job, the ubiquitous Servant of All who called for the waste, either verbally or by postcard, would receive the order, and whoever was wanted would appear at the time desired without any further trouble on the part of the householder. One word as to the cost.
As Robert Mantell would put it over, "She has went out of muh life for-r-r-rever." Ah yes! I could have stood for anything but one of them sausage Counts. So I stows her picture away in the bottom bureau drawer, burns the postcard, and dodges Zenobia's eye when she looks at me curious. It was all over.
The first four words were printed, but what was really very strange was the fact that the sentences written in were almost similar in each case. But whereas Jervis Blake wrote his few words in English, Major Guthrie's few words were written in French. Jervis Blake's postcard ran: "I AM QUITE WELL and very happy. This is a glorious country. I will write a letter soon." And then "J. B."
"When I want a stump speech out of you, Orne, I'll drop you a postcard and give you thirty days' notice so that you can get up a good one. You have made a short day of it, as I said, but you needn't feel called on to fill it up with a lecture." Mr. Britt continued on pompously and revealed that he placed his own favorable construction on the emissary's early return from the field.
I really shall want a holiday. Has there not been ten minutes even since you arrived to write a letter in? or a postcard? Shall I send you a few addressed?
There were her books, and her photographs and postcard albums, and all kinds of girlish possessions, and a cocker spaniel with three puppies as fat as roly-poly puddings, and a fern-case opening out of one of her bedroom windows, and a collection of pressed wild flowers, and a green parroquet that would sit on her wrist, and allow her to stroke its head, though it snapped at strangers.
"He had only to send a postcard a wire to his own people." "He thought you were so busy," said Doris, dropping her eyes to the carpet. A sound of contemptuous anger showed that her shaft her mild shaft had gone home. She hurried on "But at last I got him to promise me to wait a week. That was yesterday at five o'clock. He wouldn't promise me to write to you or his father.
I had been foolish enough to announce my coming by postcard from Jerusalem to an acquaintance at the Turf Club and had found awaiting me at Shepheard's on my arrival a note informing me that George Clann, a friend of past days, had invited a few army officers and native men for dinner that evening to meet me. The note added that no excuse would be accepted.
'What a peety ye're ower late for ma wee tea-pairty. An' hoo are ye? Macgregor heard her saying. 'Aw, I was sweirt to disturb ye wi' yer' frien's, lassie, replied Miss Tod, who had been advised by postcard of Christina's doings, 'but I couldna bide in thon place anither nicht. 'Dear, dear! the girl said sympathizingly. 'Did ye no get on wi' yer auld frien', or did the poultry attack ye?
"We shall jolly well make it out of the window," said Mike, spooning up tea from a paperbag with a postcard, "if a sort of young Hackenschmidt turns up and claims the study. What are you going to do about it?" "Don't let us worry about it. I have a presentiment that he will be an insignificant-looking little weed. How are you getting on with the evening meal?" "Just ready.
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