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She murmured her gratitude. "Won't mind, will you, if I bring in anything on my hip? Tea's mighty weak for a growing boy." They all laughed, and as she and Claybrook made their way to the elevator, the Thompsons stood in the hall calling gibes and parting injunctions after them. "Great old scout," commented Claybrook as they descended to the ground floor. "Sure been a good friend to me."
Finally, I think the tears had risen almost to his eyelids when we parted with him. Our friends, the Thompsons, through whose kindness we procured this house, called to see us soon after our arrival.
Hardy and the girls were to start for a long promised visit to their friends the Thompsons, near Buenos Ayres, so as to be away during the mess and confusion of the building. An engagement was made on the following week with two Italian women at Rosario, the one as a cook, the other as general servant, Sarah undertaking the management of the dairy during her mistress' absence.
No. 1. Want my autograph, do you? And don't know how to spell my name. An a for an e in my middle name. Leave out the l in my last name. Do you know how people hate to have their names misspelled? What do you suppose are the sentiments entertained by the Thompsons with a p towards those who address them in writing as Thomson? No. 2.
Rome is one of the few central facts of the world, because it is so much more than a fact. Byron is right it is the city of the soul. On one of the last evenings of our first season we went to the Thompsons', and were there shown, among other things, a portfolio of sketches.
"You must come over to our house more," answered Henry. "Mother, I know, will be glad to see you." The Thompsons had come to that neighborhood the summer before, taking up a claim of land left by a near relative who had died. Both were young, and the husband had thought to improve his condition by turning farmer rather than by remaining a clerk in one of the Philadelphia shops.
Over the bridge they came to the cross-roads, of which one led to Salisbury and the other up through the string of villages to the railway station. The road in front was only the Roman road, the one that went on to the downs. Turning to the left, they were in Cadford. "He will be with the Thompsons," said Rickie, looking up at dark eaves. "Perhaps he's in bed already."
Yet the cries still call from the mountain, and granted a man has responded to them, it is better he respond with the candour of the Greek. "I shall stop at the Thompsons' now," said the disappointed reveller. "Prayers." Rickie did not press his triumph, but it was a happy moment, partly because of the triumph, partly because he was sure that his brother must care for him.
"Perhaps he will be at The Antelope." "No. Tonight he is with the Thompsons." "With the Thompsons." After a dozen paces he said, "The Thompsons have gone away." "Where? Why?" "They were turned out by Mr. Wilbraham on account of our broken windows." "Are you sure?" "Five families were turned out." "That's bad for Stephen," said Rickie, after a pause.
Finally, I think the tears had risen almost to his eyelids when we parted with him. Our friends, the Thompsons, through whose kindness we procured this house, called to see us soon after our arrival.
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