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She was very much interested in this question, for the subtleties of refined comfort held no place in her life. Knowledge of luxuries was quite outside the ken of the younger members of the Procter family. The big man said: "Yes, there is a difference; a decided difference." He was thinking of his household with its retinue of trained servants, each helping to make the days revolve smoothly.
At home again after the glorious month spent at the seashore! Habits, dear customs, taken up once more. The splendor of the trip had not faded for the Procter children. But home was home after all, with father and mother and sisters and brothers all sharing the common life; with short wanderings away and joyous returns; with small resentments, quick flashes, and happy reconciliations.
This he placed upon a small table, and the children and their mother crowded about him, eager to see and to hear. Mr. Procter lit a side lamp so the light fell upon the book, then he turned the pages slowly. Blocks of color lay upon each, some in squares alone, some merging into others like a disjointed rainbow.
"How do you do, madam," the Eagle Man responded. "Out for an airing with your family?" "Yes," said Mrs. Procter. "The children were all in a bad humor this morning and so we thought we'd have a picnic." "Oh, no, mother," said Maizie earnestly, "we weren't in a bad humor. We just didn't like things at home." "Well, we'll put it that way," smiled her mother, "and so Suzanna suggested a picnic." Mrs.
Though she dearly loved the little home, there had been times when it seemed very small for the growing Procter family. But she concluded at last that for the present there were many perplexities which must remain perplexities till that wonderful time when she would be a woman, and everything made clear to her.
Procter repeated the conversation to her husband that evening, as, the children in bed, they sat together in the little parlor. "And it might be the most wonderful happening in the world, both for the poor children and for Mrs. Reynolds," said Mrs. Procter. Mr. Procter did not answer. His wife, watching him keenly, realized that he was troubled. She put down her sewing.
Then, adjourning till August 5th, it tried and convicted George Burroughs, John Procter, Elizabeth Procter, George Jacobs, John Willard and Martha Carrier. Then meeting on September 9th, it tried and condemned Martha Corey, Mary Easty, Alice Parker and Ann Pudcator; and on September 17th, Margaret Scott, Wilmot Reed, Samuel Wardwell and Mary Parker.
She moved towards the door. "But, mother, listen, please." Suzanna's hands were locked till they showed white at the knuckles. "If you don't cut the goods away the green petticoat won't gleam through the lace! You see, it's a rose dress and a rose has shining green leaves, just showing." The plea was ardent, but Mrs. Procter was firm. Indeed she did not glance at Suzanna.
Equally impulsive was his manner toward Procter, whom he one time noticed to be in low spirits and imagined the cause to be lack of money. "My dear boy," said he suddenly turning toward his friend, "I have a quantity of useless things, I have now in my desk a a hundred pounds that I don't know what to do with. Take it." Some years ago when comparing these two men a Mr.
"Yes, please," she answered. "I want you to take these bad orphans home with you. They're cross and hateful and I don't want them to stay here any more." The two orphans stood downcast, the small boy holding tight to his sister's hand, listening in silence to their arraignment. Mrs. Procter, shocked, interposed: "Why, Maizie, Maizie girl!" But Maizie went on.
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