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"Religions the world over are under the necessity of coming to terms with new conditions created by a vastly increased knowledge and experience." Professors John Dewey, E. A. Burtt, and Roy Wood Sellars are among the signers of this statement.
"Anybody could see you was a gentleman," continued Miss Sellars. "Heaps and heaps of hoffers I've had hundreds you might almost say. But what I've always told 'em is, 'I like you very much indeed as a friend, but I'm not going to marry any one but a gentleman. Don't you think I was right?" I murmured it was only what I should have expected of her.
The next day, which was Thursday, I wandered about the streets till two o'clock in the morning, when I slipped in quietly, passing Miss Sellars' door with my boots in my hand. After Mr. Lott's departure on Friday, which, fortunately, was pay-day, I set my desk in order and confided to Minikin written instructions concerning all matters unfinished. "I shall not be here to-morrow," I told him.
Sellars a true-born native of New England, a good young man, always seen at meetings on the Sabbath should be requested to take charge of the West Joliet school. So the meeting was held: I was voted out, Mr. Sellars was voted in, and the daughters of the Puritans triumphed.
"I hadn't looked at it in that light," she replied. "Very well, I'll hold my tongue." My place at breakfast was to the left of the maternal Sellars, the Signora next to me, and the O'Kelly opposite. Uncle Gutton faced the bride and bridegroom.
Peedles could say that passages she had read had struck her as distinctly not half bad. Some of the love-scenes, in particular, had made her to feel quite a girl again. How he had acquired such knowledge was not for her to say. Cries of "Naughty!" from Jarman, and "Oh, Mr. Kelver, I shall be quite afraid of you," roguishly from Miss Sellars.
And Miss Sellars took my arm with a decided grip, making it clear to me that escape could be obtained only by an unseemly struggle in the street; not being prepared for which, I meekly yielded. We knocked at the door of one of the small houses, Miss Sellars retaining her hold upon me until it had been opened to us by a lank young man in his shirt-sleeves and closed behind us.
At the top of the kitchen stairs Miss Sellars paused and called down shrilly to Mrs. Peedles, who in course of time appeared, panting. "Oh, me and Mr. Kelver are going out for a short walk, Mrs. Peedles. I shan't want any supper. Good night." "Oh, good night, my dear," replied Mrs. Peedles. "Hope you'll enjoy yourselves. Is Mr. Kelver there?"
I assured Miss Sellars that the point was fixed in my mind. "Well, one day when he came to see us he takes a cocoanut out of his pocket and offers it to me. 'Thank you, I says; 'I don't heat cocoanuts that have been shied at by just anybody and missed! It made him so wild. After that," explained Miss Sellars, "they used to call me at home the Princess of Wales."
"If ever I do I'll call round some time when you're sober and ast you for it," returned Miss Sellars. "And as for being your niece, you was here when I came, and I don't see very well as how I could have got out of it. You needn't throw that in my teeth."
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