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I am quite content in my little rooms. I have made them very clean; and I have with me a few things of my own a few, not many." "But your neighbors, mother, the Sheratons " "Oh, certainly, they asked me to live with them. But I was not moved to do that. You see, I know each rose bush and each apple tree on our old place. I did not like to leave them.
Near at hand was the Sheratons' Jim, his face also fixed upon them; and such was his own emotion that he had tipped his silver tray and dropped one of the Sheraton cut glass julep glasses to the sod. It was mid-afternoon, or evening, as we call it in Virginia, and the light was still frank and strong, though the wind was softening among the great oaks, and the flowers were sweet all about.
I was not displeased when my mother came to me presently that afternoon and suggested that we should all make a visit to Dixiana Farm, to call upon our neighbors, the Sheratons. "Mr. Orme says he would like to meet Colonel Sheraton," she explained, "and thee knows that we have not been to see our neighbors for some time now.
I thought that perhaps Colonel Sheraton might be moved to listen to me as well as to Mr. Orme, if I should speak of peace not in argument, as thee knows, but as his neighbor." She looked at me a moment, her hand dusting at my coat. "Thee knows the Sheratons and the Cowles have sometimes been friends and sometimes enemies I would rather we were friends.
And, Jack, Miss Grace is quite thy equal it any may be the equal of my boy. And some day thee must be thinking, thee knows " "I was already thinking, mother," said I gravely; and so, indeed, I was, though perhaps not quite as she imagined. At least that is how we happened to ride to the Sheratons that afternoon, in our greater carriage, my father and Mr.
Let us have it all understood plainly. Then let us take it up in any way you Sheratons prefer." "Stop, I say," cried the stern-faced doctor as honest a man, I think, as ever drew the breath of life. He hurled his sinewy form against Colonel Sheraton again as I released him. "That boy is lying to us both, I tell you. I say he's not to blame, and I know it. I know it, I say. I'm her physician.
We sat and looked up the lane which wound on to the big Sheraton house, and up the red road which led from their farm over toward our lands, the John Cowles farm, which had been three generations in our family as against four on the part of the Sheratons' holdings; a fact which I think always ranked us in the Sheraton soul a trifle lower than themselves.
"He returned last summer, and for most of his time has been living at the Sheratons'. He and Colonel Sheraton agree very well. And he and Miss Grace I do not like to say these things to thee, my son, but they also seem to agree." "Go on," I demanded, bitterly.
"Besides, as to the Sheratons, Jack," she began again "I do not wish to say one word to hurt thy feelings, but Miss Grace " "What about Miss Grace?" "Mr. Orme, the gentleman who once stopped with us a few days " "Oh, Orme! Is he here again? He was all through the West with me I met him everywhere there. Now I meet him here!"
Both the Sheratons, the old Colonel and his son Harry, were of course for the South, and early in January they both left home for Richmond.
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