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Miss Morgan asked. "That queer-looking duck waving his hand at me like that. Except he's the Sharon girls' uncle I don't know him from Adam." "You don't need to," she said. "He wasn't waving his hand to you: he meant me." "Oh, he did?" George was not mollified by the explanation. "Everybody seems to mean you! You certainly do seem to've been pretty busy this week you've been here!"
"I hope so," said Gideon, "Pat will be pleased." "I shall like to have a son," said Harvey D., frankly wistful. "Other one has the gumption," said Sharon, casting a final rain of cigar ash upon the abused rug at his feet. "The sands of the Whipple family were running out we renew them," said Gideon, cheerily.
I must be no party to the inference that can be drawn. But do you not see that the thing our Professor cherished most was his wig? Now, Bill has told me that the thing your uncle cherishes above all price is " Click went the machine; round buzzed the wheels; out from George's eyes shot the sparkles. He jumped to his feet, his face red. "Is his cat!" he cried. "His Rose of Sharon! I see it!
Now that was very much the view taken of the Rose of Sharon, the mystical rose of the sacred tradition of Palestine, by any educated man about 1850, when the rationalism of the eighteenth century was supposed to have found full support in the science of the nineteenth.
So forth I sallied with my fair Quakeress. If the house at Mount Sharon be merely a plain and convenient dwelling, of moderate size and small pretensions, the gardens and offices, though not extensive, might rival an earl's in point of care and expense.
"Yes," said Robert, "I remember seeing such a letter as I packed my mail." "Humph!" exclaimed Sharon. He seemed about to ask another question, but the postal official anticipated him. "Explain what happened after you left the mail station." "Nothing much ... I walked up Washington street as usual. On the edge of Chinatown a woman stopped me ... asked me how to get to Market street."
"And parents had no say in it." "It's boys and girls in Sharon," said he. "Parents have no say in it here, either. But that don't seem to occur to them at the moment. We'll all stick together, of course." "I think I had best resign." said I. "You would find me no hand at pacifying a mother." "There are fathers also," said Stuart.
"That's why he's took this scarlet rash of socialism and holy rolling that's going the rounds. Of course there are plenty that are holy rollers through and through, but not this boy. It's only a skin disease with him. I know him. Shut off his cream." "I said the same!" declared Sharon Whipple, feeling firm ground beneath his feet for the first time. "You said right!" approved Dave.
If he bided three weeks, he bided ower lang. I kent that fine when ance I saw her. Noo, I pit it till ye, gin ye were crossin' a desert place, an' ye saw the Rose o' Sharon afore ye, wad ye no' pluck it gin ye micht, and pluck it quick? I pit it till ye." And they answered him not a word, for there is no debater like the heart.
Oh, well, leave it then. And may you reap a frightful rheumatism!" As he went down, for the second time, he whistled the ROSE OF SHARON: she listened to it grow fainter in the distance: and that was the last she or anyone had heard of Krafft. The following morning, his landlady found a note on her kitchen-table, instructing her to keep his belongings for four weeks.
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