tolley's

Updated: June 23, 2025

Finally, feeling cramped and chilly, he went stiffly indoors, through the hot, bright halls, that smelled of varnish and matting, to his room. The next day was exactly like the five preceding days hot, restless, aimless; and the next night Paul sat on the porch again, and listened to the rush of the river, and Min Tolley's laugh at the "five hundred" table, and the Hopps' baby's lullaby.

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby

He sat brooding in the darkness, discouraged and homesick. So he had sat for all his nights at Kirkwood. The men at the cook-house were playing cards, silently, intently. The cook, serene and cool, was smoking in the doorway of his cabin. Above the dull roar of the river Paul could hear Min Tolley's cackle of laughter from the cottages a hundred yards away, and Mrs. Hopps crooning over her baby.

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby

Tolley, she's queen of the place! Now, how much of that's true of New York!" "Oh, well, put it that way " Paul said, in the tone of an offended child. "Apropos of Mrs. Tolley's being queen of the place," said Alan to his sister, "it seems she's rubbing it into poor little Mollie Peavy. Len brought Mollie and the baby down from the ranch a week ago, and nobody's been near 'em."

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby

"You are a bright young man," Lady Mary replied pleasantly, "and I think almost good enough to wear such a sweet rose next your heart as Mistress Dulcibel." Captain Tolley's Propositions.

Henry Peterson - Dulcibel: A Tale of Old Salem

Tolley's left, Paul Forster, newly come from New York to be Mr. Chisholm's stenographer and assistant. Paul was the first to leave the table that night. He drank his coffee in three savage gulps, pushed back his crumpled napkin, and rose. "If you'll excuse me " he began. "You're cert'n'y excusable!" said Mrs.

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby

Near the big building stood lesser ones, two or three rough little unpainted cottages perched on the hill above it. There was a "cook-house," and a "bunk-house," and storage sheds, and Mrs. Tolley's locked provision shed, and the rough shack the builders lived in while construction was going on, and where the Hopps lived now, rent free.

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby