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I tried to put it out o' my head, but the thought kept comin' back; and when I went down into the sittin'-room to get Jacob's cyarpetbag to carry a few things in, I happened to look up at the mantelpiece and saw the brass candlesticks with prisms all 'round 'em that used to belong to my mother; and all at once I seemed to see jest what the Lord intended for me to do.

He would have even avoided his taciturn landlord as he drove up to the door; but that functionary waylaid him on the steps. "There's a lady in the sittin'-room, waitin' for ye." Mr. Prince hurried up stairs, and entered the room as Mrs. Starbottle flew towards him. She had changed sadly in the last ten years. Her figure was wasted to half its size.

But I'm just as proud of you here in this sittin'-room as I am when you're back of that pulpit, poundin' with your mallet and tellin' Alphy Ann Berry to 'come to order. Notwithstanding that you're the only one can make her come or go, either unless she takes a notion. Why," with a chuckle, "it takes her husband half an hour to make her go home after meetin's over." Mrs. Dott did not chuckle.

She'd be right at home in that sittin'-room they call a 'Lounge' after dinner, wouldn't she?" My acquaintance with A. Carleton Heathcroft, which appeared to have ended almost as soon as it began, was renewed in an odd way.

"I got right up from the supper table an' took 'Leven over to Crapwell's without waitin' for the dishes. But early as I was, the rest was there before me. I guess they was full ten to Crapwell's when we got there, an' 'Leven an' I, we walked into the sittin'-room right in the midst of 'em that is, of what wasn't clearin' table or doin' dishes or sweepin' upstairs.

And just then the child herself appeared, entering the kitchen from the door leading to the back stairs. "Hello, Mary-'Gusta!" hailed Shadrach. "Thought you was lost. Supper's about ready to put on the table. Why, what's the matter? Been cryin', ain't you?" Mary-'Gusta went straight to him and clutched his hand. "Please, Cap'n Gould," she begged, "will you come into the sittin'-room a minute?

But the "workin's o' salvation was not to be finicked away on worldly things or even the affections of the flesh;" and if Cissy really loved her aunt, "she wouldn't interfere with her while she was, so to speak, still on the mourners' bench, wrastlin' with the Sperret in their back sittin'-room." But she might wait until Brother Seabright's return from evening chapel after service. Cissy waited.

It's a good excuse to keep him out of the way," he explained, turning to Mr. Doane. "He makes me nervous, hangin' around and lookin' at me. I never was brought up to a butler and I can't get used to this one. Come on into the sittin'-room library, I mean.

A little lady-friend of mine gave him that name, 'cause he flickers round so so like a little yeller flame. Did I mention his color was yeller? That alone would show he's a true-breed cur-dog." "Say, I forgot my mother she she sent me down to tell you she wants to see you right away up in her sittin'-room. I guess you better go quick." Mrs.

But I guess you take mostly after the Graylings." "People say I am like my father." "An' a mighty nice lookin' man an' a pleasant as I remember him," Cap'n Abe declared. "Come right in here, into my sittin'-room, Niece Louise, an' lemme take a look at you. Land sakes!" He lifted the flap in the counter to let her through.

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