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Dave followed him right up with vim. Yet, for the first forty seconds of the round no real damage was done on either side. Then: Bump! "O-o-oh!" That cry came simultaneously from Treadwell and from all the spectators. Dave's right fist had landed crushingly on the top classman's left eye, almost instantly closing that organ.
I'm going to Bretherton and that is only a half hour by rail from here. I want you to come to me, there. I must see you again. I'll explain to Mrs. Treadwell and Lans. I declare I haven't felt so like my old self for years and years." "Oh! dear lady!" Cynthia's shining eyes were large and happy; "dear lady! you mean you will let me see you in your own home?" "I mean just that." "Oh!
Treadwell really was dressed up like General Grant, but Bunny and Sue were surprised to hear him use these words, which were not in the play at all, "General Grant" had quite a different part to perform, and at first Bunny and Sue could not understand it. All they knew was that Mr.
All the same to me, Allen or Treadwell; I don't know either of 'em. It's a long while since I've been in Phildelphy, and never likely to go ag'in.
"My uncle never married." "Oh, indeed? I did not know; but he is alive, I trust, and well?" "Alive, sir, but very much broken. He has not been himself for years." "You find things sadly changed, Henry," said Mrs. Treadwell. "They have never been the same since the surrender. Our people are poor now, right poor, most of them, though we ourselves were fortunate enough to have something left."
Sandy put out his hand, Treadwell gripped it, then both leaned back in their chairs and the story came, set to the wild strains of the mountain storm. "She was one of those little creatures born to be the plaything of Fate. When she was seventeen she married Jack Spaulding he was part genius, but more fool.
"Well, a crowing rooster would be a good performer to have in a barnyard scene on a stage," agreed Mr. Treadwell. "But the only thing about it is that we couldn't be sure that he would crow at the right time. He might crow when Lucile was singing, or when Bunny Brown was doing some of his tricks, or when Sue was making believe run away from me when I'm dressed up like a tramp."
Coming from it into the warmth and glow of the room filled with books and pictures, Treadwell paused to glance about and exclaim before he took the easiest chair by the hearth and accepted pipe and tobacco.
And while all this was going on Sandy toiled at the buildings all day, reported progress to Levi every evening, tried to do his duty by Treadwell, while he sought for some reason to get him away before any harm was done. It was difficult to account for what happened to Cynthia Walden at that critical time. It all happened so quickly, so breathlessly.
"He hasn't got no collar!" "Werry good, then," said her nephew. "When he tells you what's wrote on the collar, you'll know he's a liar, and don't you give him up the dog." "But shan't I be a story," said Mrs. Treadwell, "for to tell him the collar's wrote upon, when it's no such a thing?" "Not you, Arnty! Don't you say anything's wrote. Just you ask him what, and cotch him out!"
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