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"Well, I know one thing they're going to do, and that is stay right here with me until they are sure of a home somewhere else," said Mrs. Brown. "I'm glad to hear you say that!" exclaimed Mr. Treadwell, as he finished his lunch. "I heard they left the boarding house, and that they had no money. Well, I haven't any too much myself, but I followed them, hoping I could find 'em and help 'em.
And you know now, don't you, that if I'd paid the amount of that note, and then it had turned up afterward in somebody else's hands, I'd have had to pay it over again; now wouldn't I?" Caxton could not deny it. Fetters had robbed the Treadwell estate, but his argument was unanswerable. "Yes," said Caxton, "I suppose you would."
Treadwell had turned the pony around so that it was headed back toward the make-believe barn, Peter, the crowing rooster had been taken from the back of the little horse, and the play was going on as usual. Lucile came out and sang another song, Mart did some acrobatic feats, and the other boys and girls did their parts in the play, while "General Grant" appeared again and amused the audience.
"I can't understand why Cyrus Treadwell doesn't move over to Sycamore Street," remarked John Henry after a moment of reflection in which he had appeared to weigh this simple sentence with scrupulous exactness. "He's rich enough, I suppose, to buy anything he wants." "I've heard Susan say that it was her mother's old home and she didn't care to leave it," said Mrs. Pendleton.
Treadwell had asked them to come so he might talk to them about the costumes that had to be made for the little girls and boys. Just after the second scene, which took place partly in the barnyard, and partly in the barn itself, Will Laydon came walking out to the middle of the stage where Mr. Treadwell stood. "They they're gone!" exclaimed Will, seemingly much excited.
When in due time Morley graduated with honours from college none was more generous with praise and pride than Lansing Treadwell. "By Jove! my friend," he said, "I'm nothing but a big, bungling giant without genius or talent. Let me set you on my shoulders and you'll conquer the world our nice, little world of Boston!" But Sandy had no social ambitions.
You'll miss the mountains but there are good, true hearts down beyond The Way." At this Marcia Lowe drew near: "Little girl come home! She is mine until you take her from Lost Hollow, Lansing Treadwell." The hands that held Cynthia's let her free. A pause followed. Then: "Good-night good-night!" The pretty, pale face flushed tenderly. "Good-night. And now come, dear Cup-o'-Cold-Water Lady!"
Treadwell was one of the biggest men, physically, in the brigade. He was also one of the noted fighters of his class. Beside Treadwell, Midshipman Darrin did not size up at all advantageously.
Throwing Treadwell over in 1811 broke the charm and divided the party; persons of third-rate ability on our side who wanted to be somebody deserted; all the infidels in the state had long been leading on that side ... minor sects had swollen and complained of certificates. Finally the Episcopalians went over to the Democrats.
The suggestion of a house warming had come originally from Mrs. Treadwell; but Graciella had promptly made it her own and conveyed it to the colonel. "A bright idea," he replied. "By all means let it be an old-time party say such a party as my father would have given, or my grandfather. And shall we invite the old people?"
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