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"You're a blessed baby," he said, "and the dearest, truest, jolliest little chum ever a fellow had. I don't know what I'd do without you, Nic. You keep me sane and wholesome. I'm a tenfold better man for knowing you, little girl." I was rather pleased. It was nice to think I was some good to Sidney. "Are you going to the Trents' dinner tonight?" I asked. "Yes," he said briefly. "Mrs.
It was midnight when they left the Trents', and Jenny stood upon the threshold, a bright figure in a setting of brightness, and kissed her hand to them as they went down the steps. "I hope you will be better to-morrow, Arthur," she said. He turned quickly to look up at her. "Yes. You look so tired. I might say haggard, if it was polite." "It would not be polite," said Bertha, "so don't say it.
After a moment of silence, Miss Ross, who had been a listener from the beginning, leaned toward her niece and said, in her gentlest tone: 'June, my child, ought we not to try and do something? What does thee think? Should we wait, and perhaps lose valuable time, while the Trents are on their way? Miss Jenrys lifted her head suddenly. 'Auntie, she exclaimed, 'you are worth a dozen of me!
We're both Trents and chock-full of old Adam. I've never had any use for girls, and you have no use for old clams of uncles who keep their heads in their shells when they ought to be coming up to the scratch; but, after all, what's the good of hating one another?" "It's no good," responded Sylvia quickly. "Well, then, supposing you let me in on the rose-colored cloud proposition, too."
"You see," Lady Pen went on, turning to Miles, "I've repeated things to Aunt Mary that I heard from the Trents lately but I heard a different story at the time and though I think you, Miles, are throwing yourself away, I won't be a party to spreadin' lies. Somethin' that poudrée woman with the good skin said to-night made me feel a swab "
"Well, first and last, them Trents have done a heap for this section of our 'native. And they're square folks, every identical of them. Even the little tacker, that boy Ned. There's more in his head than he gets credit for, and one these days he'll show there is.
The appalling debt which had accumulated was thrown upon Lincoln's shoulders. It was then too common a fashion among men who became deluged in debt to "clear out," in the expressive language of the pioneer, as the Trents had done; but this was not Lincoln's way. He quietly settled down among the men he owed, and promised to pay them.
"What have you heard about me in connection with the Trents?" "Not much, and that I don't believe." "But you must believe it, some of it. It may not be so bad as it might have been but I put myself entirely in the wrong. I deceived Mrs. Trent and I did a thing no girl in her senses ought to have done." "Look here, Meg," said Miles, leaning forward.
In the afternoon she went uptown and bought some lovely pale yellow silk organdie. She made it up herself Sara is a genius at dressmaking and it was the prettiest gown at the musicale. Sara wore her old grey silk made over. Sara doesn't care anything about dress, but then she is forty. Walter Shirley was at the Trents'. The Shirleys are a new family here; they moved to Atwater two months ago.
The Trents did not linger when the invalid was well enough to travel, but hastened to the home where Mrs. Trent, an invalid still, but a happy one, awaited her son's return impatiently, after the long weeks of suspense. There are no weddings in this tale of strange happenings, which, nevertheless, are not more strange than many of the unwritten annals of the Fair.
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