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"It's a lovely place, and there has to be rules where there's so many." "There don't have to be hair-crimping rules, Mrs. Prindle huh!" As the curly-headed maker of the hated law walked across the lawn. Miss Castlevaine sent her an annihilating glance. "Is that Miss Sniffen?" queried Miss Mullaly, adjusting her eyeglasses. Miss Castlevaine nodded.
C. G. Prindle, of Vermont, in the preceding winter, found, for four successive days, the temperature immediately above the snow at 13 degrees below zero; beneath the snow, which was but four inches deep, at 19 degrees above zero; and under a drift two feet deep, at 27 degrees above.
Prindle, meanwhile, was slowly writing "James George Prindle, Clerk to the aforesaid Robert Owlett" underneath his legal employer's signature. "I should suggest," said Mr. Owlett, addressing David, jocosely, "that you go and make yourself known to the rich Mr. Helmsley as a namesake of his!" "Would you, sir? And why?" "Well, he might be interested.
The two greyhounds that had been with old man Prindle had fortunately not been able to see the wolves when they first broke from the cover, and never saw the wounded wolf at all, starting off at full speed after the unwounded one the instant he topped the crest of the hill. He had taken advantage of a slight hollow and turned, and now the chase was crossing us half a mile away.
"Maybe she will come over and call on us," observed Mrs. Prindle. "If she dares," spoke up Mrs. Bonnyman. "Well, I'm glad for her!" declared Miss Crilly. "Wouldn't it feel good to be cut loose from rules! Dear me! We're so tied up it seems, sometimes's if I must scream!" "I don't think people outside know how things go here," put in Miss Mullaly. "Why, everybody congratulated me on getting in!
Sergeant Taft, with a shattered arm, was carried off the field by his lieutenant. Brennan, Gray, Prindle, Lawton, Holden and Carlos Bissell lay dead. Cook lay mortally wounded. Lieutenant Banning was crippled for life. John Thompson of Ellington had a bullet hole through his jaws, incapacitating him for further service.
"The middle of your hand must come up high on your cheek," explained Polly. "Yes, that's it! And twenty-five times you must open and shut your mouth." "Polly," broke in Miss Sterling, "when you can, I wish you'd tell Mrs. Prindle how to make her hair grow." "Yes," added Mrs. Prindle, "she says you know a way of massaging the scalp, and my hair is so thin!"
As I was very anxious to see a wolf-hunt the Judge volunteered to get one up, and asked old man Prindle to assist, for the sake of his two big fighting dogs; though the very names of the latter, General Grant and Old Abe, were gall and wormwood to the unreconstructed soul of the Judge.
Men as rich as he is always want a new 'sensation' to amuse them. And he might, for all you know, make you a handsome present, or leave you a little legacy!" Helmsley smiled he very nearly laughed. But he carefully guarded his equanimity. "Thank you for the hint, sir! I'll try and see him some day!" "I hear he's dead," said Prindle, finishing the signing of his name and laying down his pen.
"It was in the papers some time back." "But it was contradicted," said Owlett quickly. "Ah, but I think it was true all the same," and Prindle shook his head obstinately. "The papers ought to know." "Oh yes, they ought to know, but in nine cases out of ten they don't know," declared Owlett.
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