Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 13, 2025
"You really don't mean that?" he inquired anxiously. "Oh, thunder, no!" I had forgotten how trying Torrence could be. He now suggested that we summon Antoine and take a look at the house. Torrence is a conscientious fellow with an exact and orderly mind, and there was no corner of the place from cellar to garret that we didn't explore.
"In 1878 William Torrence, Esq., of New York City, visited his native town of Brimfield and interested the citizens in a plan to establish a school on a large tract of land at the edge of the town which had been in the Torrence family for many generations.
My uncle's widow was a vague, unknown being whom I had never expected to cross my horizons. If she meditated a descent upon Barton-on-the-Sound, the trust company would certainly have had some hint of her approach, but Torrence clearly had had no tidings of her beyond her last communication from Bangkok.
Jeanette and Phyllis, as well as Elinor Vanderwall, Peter Pomeroy and George, the Buckneys and Parker Hoyt, the Emorys, the Chases, Mrs. Sartoris and old Mrs. Torrence and Jack, all jumbled a greeting to the Havilands. Of Carol they presently caught a glimpse standing on a sheltered little porch with Joe Pickering's sleek head beside her.
It bore the inscription on the outer cover: "Brimfield Academy," and, below, in parenthesis, "William Torrence Foundation." "What does 'William Torrence Foundation' mean, dad?" asked the boy. Again Mr. Edwards lowered his paper, with a sigh.
You will pilot her up the coast to Barton, tip the servants heavily to keep them from murdering her, and twiddle your thumbs in your garage as you await her further pleasure. By the way, are those ancient freaks still on the place those broken-down hotel employees who were your uncle's sole experiment in philanthropy?" "Torrence assures me that they are all very much there."
"No, sir, we haven't heard anything from it yet. He'd hardly be likely to say much, would he?" "I fancy not. Have you met him since?" "Oh, we see him every day. He rooms next door in Torrence." "And what about the chap whose violin he broke?" "Durkin? Oh, Penny's making about as much noise as before.
About nine o'clock his friend Dave Torrence came in, and after Uncle Peter had barked for him a couple of times Dave decided that the trouble was information of the lungs and he suggested that Uncle Peter should tie a rubber band around his chest and rub his shoulder blades with gasolene.
"This," he answered, producing a telegram, "is all I know about it. Got it just as I was leaving the office this afternoon, and thought I'd motor over and give you a pleasant surprise." He seemed to enjoy my discomfiture. The message read: PITTSFIELD, MASS., Sept. 20. J. B. TORRENCE, Bainbridge Trust Co., New York.
One pair of skates. Eight phonograph records. Large assortment of bric-a-brac. Any fair offer takes them! Call early and avoid disappointment. Durkin, 13 Torrence." "Is it a joke?" asked Steve doubtfully. "No, there are lots of them, see." Sure enough, the board held fully a dozen similar announcements, although the others were not couched in such breezy language.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking