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At the end of the fourth act she heard a voice which she knew, saying, "Well, well! Is this the way the folks at Pymantoning expect you to spend your evenings?" She looked up and around, and saw Mr. Dickerson in the seat behind her. He put forward two hands over her shoulder one for her to shake, and one for Mrs. Montgomery. "Why, Mr. Dickerson!" said the landlady, "where did you spring from?
Money, and, in a certain measure, the things that money could buy, were imaginable in Pymantoning; but joys so fine, so simple as these, were what she could not have forecast from any ground of experience or knowledge. She tried to give her mother a notion of what they said and did; but she told her frankly she never could understand. Mrs.
"What a pity that none of our great cities happen to have those musical Indian names." "Chicago," Wetmore suggested. "Yes, Chicago is big, and the name is Indian; but is it pretty?" "You can't have everything. I don't suppose it is very decorative." "Pymantoning is as pretty as its name," said Ludlow.
In a place like Pymantoning, she's 'as good as anybody, and her daughter has as high social standing. You can't imagine how Arcadian we are out here." "Oh, yes, I can; I've lived in a village," said Ludlow. "A New England village, yes; but the lines are drawn just as hard and fast there as they are in a city.
"Not if I can help it. But I was driven to it, this time; the provocation was great." "I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Saunders at home, several years ago," Ludlow said in obedience to Charmian. "We had some very delightful friends in common, there old friends of mine at Pymantoning." "What a pretty name," said Mr. Plaisdell.
Can they be taught to care for my impression of the trotting-match at the Pymantoning County Fair, as much as they would for a chromo of the same thing, and be made to feel that there was something more in it perhaps?" He sat fronting her, with his head down over the hat he held between his hands; now he lifted his face and looked into hers.
The street cars dinned ceaselessly up and down, and back and forth; the trains of the Elevated hurtled by on the west and on the east; the troubled city roared all round with the anguish of the perpetual coming and going; but it was as much Sunday there as it would have been on the back street in Pymantoning where her mother's little house stood.
It appeared to him a far greater evil than it was; it was odious to him, like a vice; it was almost a crime. He spent a very miserable time in the Fine Arts Department of the Pymantoning County Agricultural Fair; and in a kind of horrible fascination he began to review the collection in detail, to guess its causes in severalty and to philosophize its lamentable consequences.
It did not last very long, and in fact it hardly survived the brief stay which the young man made in Pymantoning, where his want of success in art-goods was probably owing to the fact that he gave his whole time to Cornelia, or rather Cornelia's mother, whom he found much more conversable; he played upon the banjo for her, and he danced a little clog-dance in her parlor, which was also her shop, to the accompaniment of his own whistling, first setting aside the bonnet-trees with their scanty fruitage of summer hats, and pushing the show-table against the wall.
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