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"I'll see that the matter is attended to," said Grant, and he went on his way, pleased with the prospect of obtaining money for their impoverished household, even on such hard terms. Next he made his way to Mr. Tudor's store. It was one of those country variety stores where almost everything in the way of house supplies can be obtained, from groceries to dry goods. Mr.
But even were women made eligible for these offices, it would be no new thing, for in Mary Tudor's reign there were two women appointed justices of the peace; and, of course, always there has been a provision in law for "a jury of matrons" in certain cases.
"Women have baked bread in a great many places," returned Uncle Win, with a quizzical smile. "Oh, I didn't mean just that." "It was John Tudor's mother," appended Betty. "Mrs. Tudor made the first penny rolls offered for sale in Boston, and little John, as he was then, took them around for sale." "And Mr. Benjamin Franklin didn't make them famous either," laughed Warren.
That upon the whole he thought I might be satisfied with what I had seen for after having visited Owen Tudor's tomb, Caer Gybi and his hotel, I had in fact seen the cream of Mona. I then said that I had one objection to make, which was that I really did not know how to employ the time till seven o'clock, for that I had seen all about the town.
Tudor's collars were her chief cares in life; that no young gentleman she had ever known was so hard to please in the matter of starch; that her master was a lamb in comparison; and did I not think he was looking ill and overworking himself?
She took the cup he offered her with a hand that was perfectly steady, though she was conscious of the fact that her face was pale. "They are abroad, I think?" "Yes, in the Riviera." Tudor's eyes fell away from hers abruptly. "At least they have been. Someone said they were coming home." He stooped to put wood on the fire, and there fell a silence. Avery spoke after a moment.
Tudor will think of what he is doing, continued Mrs. Val. 'It is certainly most good-natured and most disinterested of my dear father-in-law, Lord Gaberlunzie, to place his borough at Mr. Tudor's disposal. It is just like him, dear good old nobleman. But, my dear, it will be a thousand pities if Mr. Tudor should be led on by his lordship's kindness to bring about his own ruin. Mrs.
He was left standing in a place of desolation, utterly and terribly alone. A trickle of cold water ran down Tudor's chin. He put up a hesitating, groping hand, and opened his eyes. He was lying in the arm-chair before the fire in which he had spent the evening. The light danced before him in blurred flashes. "Hullo!" he muttered thickly. "I've been asleep."
John Smith described it in 1614 as "the Mattahunts, two pleasant isles of groves, gardens, and cornfields"; and others tell us that it was once well wooded, and even furnished timber to build the wharves of Boston. Now it is difficult to make a tree grow there, and the visitor comes away with a vision of Mr. Tudor's ugly fences a rod high, designed to protect a few pear-shrubs.
"Have you just come from the Abbey?" he demanded. "I have." Tudor's tone was non-committal. He stood facing Piers, waiting to pass. "What are you always going there for?" burst forth Piers, with heat. "He doesn't want you never follows your advice, and does excellently well without it." "Really!" said Tudor. He uttered a short, sarcastic laugh, albeit his thick brows met closely above his glasses.
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