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Jack had not broken his fast since nine and felt keenly the need of refreshment, but he answered: "I think that I would better wait for Margaret." "No, she will have dined at Tillbury," said the masterful lady. "It will save time. Please come and have dinner, sir." He followed her into the inn.
Bulson's charge would injure his usefulness to the corporation he was about to represent. To sue Bulson for slander would merely give wider circulation to the story the fat man had originated. Ravell Bulson was a traveling man and was not often in Tillbury that was one good thing.
They're a religious people of India," the girl from Tillbury said. "And maybe they've got it right," Tom said stubbornly. "Why should we kill unnecessarily?" Nan could have hugged him. At any rate, a new feeling for him was born at that moment, and she applauded. Aunt Kate said: "Tom always was soft-hearted," and her big son became silent.
The question shocked Nan Sherwood. "Oh, Rhoda!" she exclaimed, turning to the Western girl, "what is the matter with him?" Rhoda Hammond sprang up. Her face was pale but her lips were firmly compressed. She clung to the handle of the door. Nan was holding herself upright by clinging to the other handle. "There is something the matter with that man!" cried the girl from Tillbury.
"He cries for food, mademoiselle," said the woman simply. "He has eaten nothing since we left the Grand Gap yesterday at three o'clock; except that the good conductor gave us a drink of coffee this morning. And his mother has nothing to give her poor Pierre to eat. It is sad, is it not?" The chums from Tillbury looked at each other in awed amazement.
I'm much obliged to you, Josh, for telling me. I never go after trouble, as you fellows all know; but I sha'n't try to dodge it, either." He picked up his knife and fork and went quietly on with his breakfast. But Nan could not eat any more at all. It seemed to the gently nurtured girl from Tillbury as though she had fallen in with people from another globe.
I've learned to brush her hair just as you used to brush it. I'm going to be every bit like you when I get big. Come on in!" With this sort of welcome Nan Sherwood could scarcely do less than enjoy herself during the week they remained in Tillbury. Inez, the waif, had become Inez, the home-body. She was the dearest little maid, so Momsey said, that ever was. And how happy she appeared to be!
That'll give youse each an egg an' plenty of stew in the two platters for all t'ree." This arrangement of a course dinner on so economical a plan made Bess open her eyes, while Nan was greatly amused. "How strong's the bank?" asked Inez of Nan, whom she considered the leader of the expedition. "Can we stand fifteen cents apiece?" "I think so," returned the girl from Tillbury, gravely.
She had never traveled to Chicago before, nor far from Tillbury at all. Even the chair car was new to the girl's experience and she found it vastly entertaining to sit at a broad window with her uncle in the opposite chair, gazing out upon the snowy landscape as the train hurried over the prairie. She had a certain feeling that her Uncle Henry was an anomaly in the chair car.
Grace's home was a beautiful, great house, bigger than the Harley's at Tillbury, and Nan Sherwood was impressed by its magnificence and by the spacious rooms. Her term at Lakeview Hall had made Nan much more conversant with luxury than she had been before. At home in the little cottage on the by-street, although love dwelt there, the Sherwoods had never lived extravagantly in any particular. Mrs.
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