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Cousin Helen remained, however; and it was not till she too departed, a week later, that Clover fully recognized what it meant to have Katy married. Then indeed she could have found it in her heart to emulate Eugénie de la Ferronayes, and shed tears over all the little inanimate objects which her sister had left behind, the worn-out gloves, the old dressing slippers in the shoe-bag.

Her only thought seems to be mother's silver, so she has quietly taken possession of our shoe-bag, which is a long sack for odds and ends with cases for shoes outside, and has filled it with all the contents of the silver-box; this hung over her arm, and carrying Louis and Sarah, this young Samson says she will be ready to fly.

Shut up that wash-stand, and pull the curtain across that hideous window. Stop! Throw those towels into your berth. Put my shoes, and your slippers into the shoe-bag on the door. Slip the brushes into that other bag. Beat the dent out of the sofa cushion that your head has made. Now!" "Then then you will see her?" "See her!"

Killigrew and Moss minor and the Polkinghornes and Carminow not Doughty; I didn't like him last time I don't know why ..." She broke off and bent forward, her tones took on a thrill; "I've got it," she announced. "The new number of 'The Woman in White'? Oh, Hilaria!..." "It wasn't easy, I can tell you, and we shall have to hurry with it, but it's in my shoe-bag now." "Must you go home and change?

When she saw the crying girls and the general confusion of every thing, she was very angry. "I shall mark you both for disorder," she said. "Get off the bed, Miss Carr. Hang your dresses up at once, Clover, and put your shoes in the shoe-bag. I never saw any thing so disgraceful. All these things must be in order when I return, fifteen minutes from now, or I shall report you to Mrs. Florence."

Shut up that wash-stand, and pull the curtain across that hideous window. Stop! Throw those towels into your berth. Put my shoes, and your slippers into the shoe-bag on the door. Slip the brushes into that other bag. Beat the dent out of the sofa cushion that your head has made. Now!" "Then then you will see her?" "See her!"

Shut up that wash-stand, and pull the curtain across that hideous window. Stop! Throw those towels into your berth. Put my shoes, and your slippers into the shoe-bag on the door. Slip the brushes into that other bag. Beat the dent out of the sofa cushion that your head has made. Now!" "Then then you will see her?" "See her!"

"It must be here it must be in this room," says the lady, getting wild with the terror of losing. "I'm sure positive that I went straight to the shoe-bag and slipped it in there. And now I can't find it, and I must have it before I go out this afternoon for for a very special reason. My daughter Evelyn will be home to-morrow and why don't you look for it?" "What is it, ma'am?" "I told you once.

My key a little flat key that locks a box I've got," she finishes distrustfully. "Have you looked in the shoe-bag, ma'am?" "Why, of course I have, you little stupid. I want you to hunt other places where I can't easily get. There are other places I might have put it, but I'm positive it was in the shoe-bag." Well, I looked for that key. Where? Where not?

Her room was put in beautiful order, to her closet and shoe-bag, and she even stopped to put a clean cover on the bureau and dust nicely, to show she had not forgotten a single thing. The halls and parlors had to be thoroughly dusted now, but as none of them needed sweeping it did not take very long, and there was still time to go to market.