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Updated: June 11, 2025
Miss Toland had gone for a few hours to Sausalito, and Julia was alone, and had some leisure. She put on her hat, and she and Mark walked through the noisy Sunday streets; everybody was out in the sunshine, and saloons everywhere were doing a steady business. "Evelyn told me where you were," Mark explained. Julia made a little grimace of disapproval, and the man, watching her, winced.
It amused Miss Toland to watch her read, to have Julia burst out, with flaming cheeks: "Oh, I HOPE Charles Darney won't be such a fool as to go to Paris NOW oh, DOES he?" or: "You wouldn't catch ME marrying George Osborne a spoiled, selfish pig, that's what HE is!"
"It's disgraceful considering what a father you've got, and what a mother!" Miss Toland said vexatiously. "And Ted worrying your father to death about that scamp, too! I declare it's too much!" "He's a pretty rich scamp, and a pretty attractive scamp," Barbara said in defence of Theodora's choice. "He's not like that KID of a Keith!"
So Miss Toland found her, when she came into the room without knocking, a little later. "Julia," Miss Toland said sharply, sitting down on the edge of the bed and possessing herself of one of Julia's limp, cold hands, "Ellie told me you she came to the door and heard you! My child, this won't do! You mustn't make mountains out of molehills.
Toland tying little Constance's sash and straightening her flower- crowned hat for church; wistfully eyed the cheerful, white-clad Chinese cook, grinning as he went to gather lettuces; wistfully she stared across the brilliant garden from her deep porch chair.
Oh, I do thank God for her!" she ended softly. "I thank God you're so well," said Miss Toland. "Here, you can't keep her!" "Anna, go with Aunt Sanna," Julia said weakly. "Anna, eh?" Miss Toland said, wrapping up the pink blanket. "Anna Toland Studdiford," Jim answered. "Julia had that all fixed up weeks ago!" "Well now you children!"
Miss Toland said, trying to keep the acute distress she felt out of her tone. "I feel so nauseated!" Julia complained. "So uncertain!" "Yes, I know," the nurse said soothingly, whisking out of the room. Miss Toland followed her into the hall. "She's in great pain, she won't have much of this?" asked the older woman anxiously.
Groups of chattering people were scattered about it; somebody was banging the piano; nobody paid the least attention to Julia as she went down the stairs, and started to walk to the Toland house. She was not thinking now. She only wanted to get away. Nobody stopped her. The house was deserted. A maid put her head in Julia's door, and finding Julia dressing immediately apologized. I thought "
Toland had flashed about on many visits to her girl friends admiring, exclaiming, rejoicing in their joys, and now, as a mother of growing girls and boys, there still hung between her and real life the curtain of her unquenchable optimism.
He had a comfortable private income, a "place" in Oxfordshire, an uncle, young and healthy to be sure, but still a lord, and an older sister who had married a lord, so that his credentials were unexceptionable, and Mrs. Toland was nearly as happy as her daughter was.
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