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They passed the front stairway, went back through the hall, through the big low-ceilinged living-room with its vast fireplace now covered for the warm season by a screen of flowered wallpaper. They were in the plain old dining-room with its smaller fireplace and its big old-fashioned cupboards built into the wall on either side of the projecting chimney-piece. "There ain't much," resumed Sallie.
My name's McCabe, and if you'll give me yours, why " "I'm Mrs. Sallie Leavitt, of Clarks Mills," says the old girl. "Oh, yes," says I, "Clarks Mills. Up Skowhegan way, ain't it?" "Vermont," says she. "This is Mr. Leavitt. I'm much obliged to you, Mr. McCabe, but you needn't bother about tellin' anyone anything. If they've got company, that's enough.
Sallie, he knew, was a friend of the shy, golden-haired sister. So one evening he went to call at the Calkins room, with a vague hope of helping indirectly in bringing to pass Mrs. Roberts' desires. To Sallie he made known the wish that Dirk would take his sister to the lecture, and secured from her a promise to help the scheme along, provided it developed.
"Maybe he will," agreed Alice, so she and Sister Sallie played another game, but it got darker and darker, and no Jimmie came, and then Alice knew she must start for home, or her papa and mamma would be worried.
Indeed Miss Sallie had insisted on accompanying her brother to Washington, as she felt sure her presence would help to set things right. Mr. Stuart's laugh cleared the sorrowful atmosphere of the study as though by magic. Ruth and Barbara smiled through their tears. They were now so sure that all would soon be well! "It seems to me, William, that all this is 'much ado about nothing," Mr.
In the evening, while Rose was in the parlor for the first time in several days, a visitor was announced, a gentleman. "Who is it, Sallie?" "Stranger, ma'am." "What does he want?" But at this moment the visitor took the liberty to make himself known in person, a tall, slender man, with gray beard, neatly dressed, and evidently of the upper class.
This one little house was always very full with Miss Mathilda, an under servant, stray dogs and cats and Anna's voice that scolded, managed, grumbled all day long. "Sallie! can't I leave you alone a minute but you must run to the door to see the butcher boy come down the street and there is Miss Mathilda calling for her shoes.
"I want to write a message to either your father, or else Judge Lawson, whichever she can get on the phone," replied the other, immediately hunting in his pockets for pencil and paper, which he made it a habit to carry around with him always. "She say, do you mean Sallie, Frank?" "No other.
Good by!" making for the door. "Now don't, Sallie, please." "Don't what?" "Don't talk that way." "Don't yourself, more like. You're just as cross as cross can be, and disagreeable, and hateful, all because I happen to know there's some other man in the world besides yourself, and smile at him now and then. 'Don't, indeed!" "Come, Sallie, you're too hard on a fellow.
At least that is what happened to the smallest debutante of our party, Miss Sallie Glide, at one of the dances given in honor of the San Francisco Delegates. And a little further on a snake charmer giving his cobras an airing, was encountered.
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