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Updated: May 21, 2025
Josephine Splurge was there; but, perceiving no opening that she could fill to advantage with a delightful quotation, and having no pickle at hand whereto she might give all her mind, she supported a graceful silence with back hair and an attitude. Mrs. Splurge was there, and that was all.
He looked at the big log on the set carriage. They had planned to start with a splurge in the morning. Kate was to open the throttle that started the machinery. He decided to show them that they were not so smart. He would give them a good surprise by sawing the log. That would be a joke on them to brag about the remainder of his life. He took matches from his pocket and started the fire.
So long as he kept his head exactly in the focus, his voice went out and did not return to him; but if he moved either way, he was assailed by a Babel of clamoring echoes. There was no opportunity for him to splurge about from side to side of the pulpit, as some do. And if he raised his voice much, or attempted any extra flights, he was liable to be drowned in a refluent sea of his own eloquence.
"It's nothin' but a splurge," said Jimmy; "sooner or later everybody splurges shows off! Meshach's jest spilin' with money and he must have a splurge two hosses and a nigger. If it ain't a splurge I can't tell what ails him to save my life." A general chorus went up of "Dogged if I kin tell to save my life!"
Somebody they have picked up to make a splurge with. A widow, at any rate." "Oh, yes, I remember now to have heard from the cook at Ridge House that an English lady was to accompany the family home, and yes, her name was McPherson, too Lady McPherson, the cook called her. This is she, no doubt."
She paid the trifle the shy, demure little librarian demanded, and was taking her leave in silence, without even a "Good-day," when, as she was passing the door, Miss Wimple espied on the counter, near where her customer had stood, a visiting-card; her eye fell on the engraved name, "Mr. Philip Withers"; of course Miss Splurge had dropped it unawares.
For a moment she leaned with her elbow on the counter, and pressed her eyes with her fingers. "Are you ill, Miss Splurge?" Miss Wimple gently inquired. "No. Did you read what is on this card?" "Yes." "You you you read" Madeline's hands were clenched, her face red and distorted; she gnashed her teeth, and seemed choking. "Why, Miss Splurge, what is the matter with you? Yes, I read the name, Mr.
"Then you'll know what I mean when I say that it has always been my ambition to live up to his traditions his ideal of a man's public duties." Mr. Elton nodded and Dick went on, while Ellery eyed him with some of the old college respect, and Madeline leaned eagerly forward. "I don't mean any splurge, you understand, but the same quiet service he gave.
He knows what a temper you got, an' I reckon he don't like the idea o' that big tombstone already marked in Welborne's new graveyard. No, I can't put up with you to-night. Het give me a five-dollar William to defray expenses at the hotel, an' I sorter like the idea o' makin' a splurge for a change. I'll make 'em give me the best drummer's quarters, an' I'll order just what I want to eat."
"I am going to take you to New York," the girl declared "and I am going to give you the time of your life! Dad's got to put us up in style a room and a bath apiece and maybe a sitting room. He likes me to splurge around a bit, says he'd hate to have a daughter that acted like she wasn't used to money." Miss Lucinda glanced apprehensively at the door and then back at the sparkling face before her.
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