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And it was with considerable eagerness that they fastened their eyes on the figure of the small, wiry man who was sauntering along toward the farmhouse, carrying a butterfly-net across one shoulder, while with his other hand he held a queer-shaped black case, which, as Sallie said, contained his more recent captures in the way of beautiful and rare moths and insects.
"But we didn't find Sallie and Celia there," complained Nan. "You didn't expect to, did you?" returned the boy. "But I know where that street is. We'll go around there after lunch if mother says we may, and look for that girl who knows them." "Oh, Bess!" "Oh, Nan!" The chums had caught sight of the same thing at the same moment.
Leavitt," says she. "He's going to be Edwin to me after this, though my Edwin. Isn't he great, though? Course, I always knew he was a good talker, and all that; but to do it in comp'ny, before a lot of city folks well, I must say I'm mighty proud of such a husband, mighty proud! And anybody who ever calls him Mr. Sallie Leavitt again has got to reckon with me!
I sadly shut up the doors of my depths, warded off the kiss why, I didn't know and persuaded him to go up to his rooms which I had seen Sallie and Dabney put in order that afternoon. It was midnight when I parted with Nickols at the head of the old winding stairs in the fragrant darkness, lit only by the silver light of the night from a long window at the front of the hall.
I can't resist them when I see Sallie buying all she wants, and pitying me because I don't. I try to be contented, but it is hard, and I'm tired of being poor." The last words were spoken so low she thought he did not hear them, but he did, and they wounded him deeply, for he had denied himself many pleasures for Meg's sake.
He was off now, and would not show up until night, for the farm was one of vast dimensions, and covered miles of territory. "But we have a boarder," said Sallie, as they sat down at the table. "Sometimes he's here to meals, and again he gets so far away chasing his butterflies that he just carries what he calls a snack in his pocket.
Moffat, lumbering in like an elephant in silk and lace. "No, thank you, ma'am," replied Sallie. "I've got my new pink silk for Thursday and don't want a thing." "Nor I..." began Meg, but stopped because it occurred to her that she did want several things and could not have them. "What shall you wear?" asked Sallie.
"Let's trust a lot to Henrietta's powers of observation of her mother and her neighbors." He smiled suddenly, with his whole face, over both Sallie and me, and went on down the street in a way that made me sure he was forgetting all about all of us before he reached the corner of the street.
But I was forgetting that, in the modern theory of thought-waves, it is the simplest minds that get the ripples first and hardest. Sallie came over just as soon as the other delegation had got home to take the twins off her hands. Jane had gone upstairs to make more calculations on our reconstruction, and I was trying to get a large deep breath.
"It is beautiful!" said Sallie, the brown jacket slipping to the floor, while she bent over the lily. "It is beautiful, all of it, and it looks just like her, and sounds like her, wings and all; of course she sent it." "And Dirk brought it." That part of the story Mart Colson did not forget. Sometimes it seems to me a pity that hearts are not laid bare to the gaze of others.
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