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Agatha internally hoped he might not; for, much as she liked and respected Emma's good spouse, her ideal of a husband was certainly not Mr. James Thornycroft. "Tell me," continued the anxious matron, keeping up the charge "tell me, Agatha, do you ever intend to marry at all? "Perhaps so; I can't say. Ask Tittens!" "Did you ever think in earnest of marrying?
Said 'he had reason to believe, that is to fear, I did not regard him quite as a father! That was it, Emma, I suppose?" "Well, my dear, I am glad to see you laughing at it I don't remember his precise words." "Probably these: 'My dear Mrs. Thornycroft, I am greatly afraid poor Agatha Bowen is dying for love of me. Very candid and like a gentleman!"
The tune is pretty, and I do not know, or did not, when I was young, a more fascinating lyric. Thornycroft House must have belonged to a country gentleman once upon a time, or to more than one; men who built on a bit here and there once in a hundred years, until finally we have this charmingly irregular and dilapidated whole. You go up three steps into Mrs.
"I expect so," she assented, smiling. "So young a girl" subtle flattery this, now that Deb was in her late thirties "to be suddenly called to a position of such immense danger and responsibility! But" cheeringly "I said when I heard of it that Mr Thornycroft had justified my high opinion of his judgment and character. It is not often that great wealth comes into hands so worthy of it."
In 1840 she married Thomas Thornycroft, and went to Rome two years later, spending a year in study there. Queen Victoria, after her return, commissioned her to execute statues of the royal children as the Four Seasons. These were much admired when exhibited at the Academy. Later she made portrait statues and busts of many members of the royal family, which were also seen at the Academy Exhibition.
Emma's smiling, half-jesting congratulations were nipped in the bud; she felt as she afterwards declared "quite frightened at him." Agatha, too, met him rather meekly, fearing lest she had led him into a position distasteful to his feelings. She was relieved when, taking little notice of herself, he fell into conversation with Mr. Thornycroft a serious discussion on political and general topics.
"I'll take her up if you don't mind hi, you!" he called a mechanic, "start her up ready contact! Z-r-r-r !" The little bird skimmed the smooth floor of the aerodrome and dived upward in a wide circle. "She's all right," said Thornycroft, shading his eyes; "what's wrong with Tam, I wonder?" "Tam doesn't funk a thing," protested Blackie, "I've never known him my God!"
"Whatever my husband's decision may be, I am quite satisfied therewith." Mrs. Thornycroft was mute with amazement However, she was too good-natured to be really angry. "Certainly, you are the most extraordinary, incomprehensible young couple! But I can't stay to discuss the matter. Agatha, I shall see you to-morrow?" "Yes; I will bring her to you to-morrow," said Mr.
"Thar was a chain fastened to the block by a staple. The other end was fastened to the collar." "How heavy do you think that block was?" "About ten pound. I reckon." "Five," broke in Old Man Thornycroft with a sneer. Mr. Kirby turned to him. "You fetched it with you, didn't you? I told you to. It's evidence. Bob Kelley, go out to Mr. Thornycroft's buggy an' bring that block of wood into court."
We have a great many young families, both ducklings and chicks, but we have no duck mothers at present. The variety of bird which Phoebe seems to have bred during the past year may be called the New Duck, with certain radical ideas about woman's sphere. What will happen to Thornycroft if we develop a New Hen and a New Cow, my imagination fails to conceive.
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