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The same women, Miss Eliza and Miss Letitia Redfield, that had raised her mother. Matilda's mother was their sister. Miss Asenath, the third aunt, is a cripple. You must know her some day, Elinor. She is 'pure beauty' and pure everything else. And what a friend she was to me when I needed her!" "How old would she be?" "Who, Miss Asenath? About seventy." "No, of course not, dear goose! Arethusa."
It was difficult for her to understand how Ellen, who had known so much of the best social life in a city where there is no end to the round of formal entertaining, could be now as indifferent as Martha understood she really was to all experience of the sort. It was association with Redfield Pepper Burns which had done it, Martha supposed.
Then David asked encouragingly: "Is it your picture that Mother keeps in her heart?" "No, David; not mine, I'm afraid." This was a sad blow to the little boy. A very solemn look came into his face. "You won't do," he said, "unless you can get your picture into Mother's heart." For a second time Dr. Redfield smiled, and then he asked: "How did you get here?"
He was crying, too, but nobody could really tell it from the sound he made, which was something like 'Woo ooo, woo ooo, and very mournful. "Uncle Brownwood Bear was just rounding the big rock there at the turn when he came face to face with Cousin Redfield and his hay. Reddie thought his father would be angry when he saw him, but he wasn't not at first.
In it the two pairs of eyes met again, hazel and black. "To think that I should see that reflected from my old glass!" whispered Red Pepper Burns. Mrs. Redfield Pepper Burns stood in the doorway of her living-room and studied it with a critical eye. Within the room, on either side, stood her sister Martha, Mrs. James Macauley, and her friend Winifred, Mrs. Arthur Chester.
But I am not afraid," rejoined the editor. "Moreover, Mr. Redfield, besides telling you my opinion of you here, I am also perfectly willing to print it in my paper. I shall answer for all that I say or write." Raymond was sitting at a table listening, and when Winthrop finished these words, spoken with much fire and heat, he took out a note-book and regarded it gravely.
Redfield rose and followed his landlady behind the counter, and there sat in earnest conversation while she made change. The tone in which her mother addressed the Supervisor, her action of touching him as one man lays hand upon another, was profoundly revealing to Lee Virginia.
"It's enough," said Garvin; "because it makes a delightful mystery which but adds to the 'Beautiful Yankee's' attractions. The Secretary is far gone there. I happen to know that he is to take her to the President's reception to-morrow night." Prescott started. He was glad now that he had not humbled himself. "At any rate," said Redfield, "Mr.
I thought at first it might be that old hobo Edwards, but this feller being in uniform and smooth-shaven " His face changed, his voice deepened. "Say, by the Lord! I believe it was Edwards, and, furthermore, Edwards is the convict that Texas marshal was after the other day, and this man Cavanagh your prize ranger is harborin' him." "What nonsense!" exclaimed Redfield.
It was only by an effort of the will that he kept in touch with Redfield's remarks. "Enderby never can grow accustomed to his democratic neighbors," Redfield was saying. "He's been here six years, and yet when one of his cowboy friends tells him to 'go to hell' he's surprised and a bit offended." "Oh, it isn't that," explained Mrs.
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