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Updated: June 13, 2025
We quit our old home A winter day journey Aspect of the country Our new home A prisoner in the barn The plantation A paradise of rats An evening scene The people of the house A beggar on horseback Mr. Trigg our schoolmaster His double nature Impersonates an old woman Reading Dickens Mr. Trigg degenerates Once more a homeless wanderer on the great plain.
And Pinewood Hall was exclusive, and on the very top wave of popularity. It cost a lot of money to go to that school, Miss Trigg had suggested to Miss Prentice to remind the lawyer that Nancy would need a more elaborate outfit of gowns, and Mr. Gordon had sent the extra money for that purpose without a word of objection.
Most of the girls had their particular friends, and even the few other orphans beside Nancy in the school had those who loved and cared for them. But here was a heart-hungry girl with absolutely no apparent future. The end of her last year at Higbee was approaching and neither Nancy, nor Miss Trigg, nor Miss Prentice herself, knew the first thing about what was to "be done with her."
"My sister had a friend who brought over a dress from Paris, not as high-toned as that, that cost five hundred dollars," said Clinton Grey. "How much did you say that spirit-clad old rag of yours cost thorns and all?" said the president, turning sharply on Trigg. Trigg swallowed this depreciation of his own purchase meekly. "Seven hundred and fifty dollars, without the express charges."
An exceeding fierce battle immediately began, for about fifteen minutes, when we being overpowered by numbers, were obliged to retreat, with the loss of sixty-seven men, seven of whom were taken prisoners. The brave and much-lamented Colonels Todd and Trigg, Major Harland, and my second son, were among the dead.
We followed our schoolmaster and watched while the body was lowered and the red earth shovelled in. The grave was deep, and Mr. Trigg assisted in filling it, puffing very much over the task and stopping at intervals to mop his face with his coloured cotton handkerchief. Then, when all was done, while we were still standing silently around, it came into Mr. Trigg's mind to improve the occasion.
So she followed slowly the gaunt, angry woman down the steep path, and only the memory of the boy's gift remained with her through the rest of the days of that last vacation at Higbee School. Nancy was in disgrace with Miss Trigg, and was very lonely. She wondered who the boy was and where he lived and who the girls were with him and if he had suffered any bad result from his adventure.
Trigg recalled His successor Father O'Keefe His mild rule and love of angling My brother is assisted in his studies by the priest Happy fishing afternoons The priest leaves us How he had been working out his own salvation We run wild once more My brother's plan for a journal to be called The Tin Box Our imperious editor's exactions My little brother revolts The Tin Box smashed up The loss it was to me.
That was the one secret Nancy Nelson kept hidden within her heart all that long summer while she waited with Miss Trigg, the secretary and general utility teacher, for the return of the principal of Higbee School and the beginning of her new life. Miss Trigg tried to be nice to her; indeed, she was nice to her after a fashion.
Commanded by the Colonels Todd, Trigg, Boon & Todd, with the Majors Harlin, and McGary most of whom fell in the action, from the best inquiry I could make upon the spot there was upwards of one hundred & forty killed & taken with near an hundred rifles several being thrown into a deep River that ware not recovered.
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