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She had not only changed amazingly but she was still changing and Symes watched the various stages of her development with quiet interest and approval. It is true he missed her former demonstrativeness and open admiration of himself, but he considered her self-repression a mark of advancement, an evidence of the repose of manner which she was cultivating.
While Andy P. Symes on his honeymoon was combining business with pleasure in that vague region known as "Back East," and his bride was learning not to fold the hotel napkin or call the waiter "sir," the population of Crowheart was increasing so rapidly that the town had growing pains.
Symes curbed his irritation at the piffling objections of the Fly-trap King and responded tolerantly. "We'll organize a bank and loan 'em the money. If they fail to come through at the specified time the land will return to the company and we'll have their improvements, making them a small allowance for same, at our discretion.
The result of these consultations was, that Mr Symes giving them temporary possession of the field, the night-school was closed entirely, and all the boys set to work to learn cricket cricket as the best antidote to cholera the directors of Price's Patent could devise.
She's afraid of people of what they'll say of her, and she's crazy for money." They were getting up, the two in the hammock, and as Dr. Harpe sauntered to the porch, Andy P. Symes looked at her in a sudden and violent dislike which he took no pains to conceal.
Perhaps you don't know but I'm one of the Symes of Maine. Great-grandfather a personal friend of Alexander Hamilton's, and all that. My family don't expect much of me since I'm the black sheep, but," a dull red had surged over his face, "they expect something better of me than a Kunkel!" She had shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself, I'm only telling you how it looks to me.
Quick turns while the boom is on is the way to do it in the West." Mudge believed all that he said, because he believed in Symes; that is, he was convinced that all would be as he represented as soon as Symes could be provided with money to complete the project, and if he permitted his imagination to take liberties with the truth, it was solely because he felt that the end justified the means.
In the long journey across the plains, one man had been tacitly assigned the position of spokesman for the excursionists. He was big, this prosperous looking stranger who seemed so unconscious of his leadership, as big as Andy P. Symes himself, and as muscular.
"Have I your permission, Miss Symes," she said, "not to attend prayers in chapel to-night?" "Aren't you well, Betty dear?" asked Miss Symes a little anxiously. Betty remained silent for a minute. Then she said, "Physically I am quite well; mentally I am not." "Dear Betty!" "I can't explain it," said Betty. "I would just rather not attend prayers to-night. Do you mind?" "No, dear.
Miss Symes did not for a moment expect to find Betty in such an animated, lively, almost noisy group. To her amazement, however, she was attracted by peals of laughter; and looking in the direction whence they came, she perceived that Betty herself was the center of a circle of girls, who were all urging her to "take-off" different girls and teachers in the school. Betty was an inimitable mimic.
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