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At the sound of her hand upon the knob there was a wild scramble and a bang, and then Sallie sitting there alone when Anna came into the room, but, alas, the butcher boy forgot his overcoat in his escape. You see that Anna led an arduous and troubled life. Anna had her troubles, too, with Miss Mathilda.
He knew where to go, and, by help of street-cars and other legs than his own, he was there speedily. He knew the very room towards which to turn; and, reaching it, paused to look in through the half-open door, delighted thus to watch and listen for a little space unseen. Sallie was sitting, her handsome head bent over her sewing, Frankie gambolling about the floor.
She pressed the preserves, the chicken, the cornbread upon her. "I haven't eaten since early this morning," apologized the girl. "That means a big hole to fill," observed Sallie. "Try this buttermilk." But Susan could hold no more. "I reckon you're pretty well tired out," observed Sallie. "I'll help you straighten up," said Susan, rising. "No.
"But where is Aunt Sallie?" asked Mart. Mr. Clayton said that she and her husband were many miles away, in a far country, traveling about and acting. But he knew their address, and he would at once send them word that Lucile and Mart wanted to hear from them. Mr. Clayton had not heard from the Weatherbys for several months, he remarked.
The child was not only attending school but she was learning many useful things and Mattie was happy. Her mother had entirely given up the drug habit; her father was with Judge Sands and everything seemed as though it had come straight like a fairy story. This lovely autumn afternoon they were going to Sallie Davis's to look at a wonderful centerpiece done by her mother.
Clark gave up altogether and the store was for sale, I jumped in, mortgaged the Leavitt place all it would stand, borrowed fifteen hundred dollars from a brother-in-law back in Nova Scotia, and put a new sign over the door. That was over thirty years ago; but it's there yet. It reads, 'Mrs. Sallie Leavitt, General Merchandise." "But where did Mr. Leavitt fit in?" says I. "Humph!" says she.
Come, Sallie, you've pranced round with that stuck-up jackanapes till you're getting spoiled entirely, so you are, and I scarcely know you. Not proper, O my!" "Spoiled, am I? Thank you, sir, for the compliment! And you don't know me at all, don't you? Very well, then I'll say good night, and leave; for it wouldn't be proper to take a young lady you don't know to the theatre, now, would it?
Sallie Gardiner was absorbed in keeping her white pique dress clean and chattering with the ubiquitous Fred, who kept Beth in constant terror by his pranks. It was not far to Longmeadow, but the tent was pitched and the wickets down by the time they arrived. A pleasant green field, with three wide-spreading oaks in the middle and a smooth strip of turf for croquet.
"You poor children!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "This is too bad! We must see what we can do to help you. Where do you think your Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie went to?" she asked. "It was over to England or France, or some place like that," answered Mart. "It was just before the war started, and maybe their ship was sunk. Anyhow, we haven't heard from them since then, and Mr.
"Can you catch fish off your pier, Cousin Tom?" "Oh, yes, sometimes. But don't catch any Sallie Growlers." "What's a Sallie Growler?" asked Vi, before any one else could speak. "Oh, you'll know as soon as you catch one," laughed her cousin. Then he picked up Mun Bun, who was really asleep by this time, and carried him up to the house, while Daddy Bunker took Margy, whose eyes were also closed.
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