Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
Delia had supposed everything would come around straight; it generally did in her happy-go-lucky fashion. But on Commencement day, when she was all smiles and gladness, Mrs. Underhill's coolness and Mrs. Hoffman's stately distance quite amazed her. "Ben," she said, "something has happened with your people. Your mother hardly spoke to me, and Margaret was icy.
"Stephen Underhill's got the making of a good substantial man in him," grunted father Beekman. "If he'd been a poor shoat he wouldn't have hung around here very long, would he, Katschina? We'd 'a put a flea in his ear, wouldn't we." Katschina arched her back. Dolly laughed and blushed. Stephen was her own true-love anyway, but she was glad to have them all like him.
She would step from the sinking ship to the safe refuge of Derek Underhill's wealth and position, while he went out to seek a new life. Uncle Chris' blue eyes gleamed with a new fire as he pictured himself in this new life. He felt like a hunter setting out on a hunting expedition. There were always adventures and the spoils of war for the man with brains to find them and gather them in.
Then Cleanthe's little baby had been born dead; and they had to move her to Mother Underhill's, more dead than alive; but good care had at last restored her. The old Archer cousins in Henry Street had gone; and many another among friends and relatives. They did not tell Hanny until she came home who had gone out of the neighbourhood. Mrs. Reed had been among the first.
She was heroic enough to please them all for the sake of the past and present friendship. But she had a doubt of Mrs. Underhill's approval. She might give in as she had to Delia; and now she had really begun to find virtues in Ben's wife. But with Jim's brilliant nature always on the alert for amusement, she, Daisy, would be worn out trying to keep up to his standard. She rose slowly.
The wreck was only reported four days ago." "Started Friday morning, sir." "Gammon!" "Rasher to you, sir." "You haven't lost much time, at any rate. What's your speed?" "About a hundred and ninety. Whereabouts was the wreck, sir?" "A hundred miles or so up the coast, according to the men of Underhill's party with me." "Then I'll bid you good-bye for the present. I'll tell him you're coming."
Mayor Munroe of New Orleans did not more effectually magnify his office when he surrendered the city to General Butler. Underhill's style is always of the finest. His spelling was under the purest covenant of grace.
Now she came with a fairy god-mother's insistence, and declared she would put a hundred dollars in the bank at once, and remember the child in her will, besides giving her the old Hunter tablespoons made in London more than a hundred years ago, with the crown mark on them. Grandmother Underhill's name was Ann.
Freddie, having skirmished warily in the aisle until it was clear that Lady Underhill's attention was engaged elsewhere, had occupied a seat in the row behind which had been left vacant temporarily by an owner who liked refreshment between the acts. Freddie was feeling deeply ashamed of himself. He felt that he had perpetrated a bloomer of no slight magnitude.
No one could have told from Lady Underhill's demeanor that the solid platform seemed to heave beneath her feet like a deck. "Have you got a porter, Ferris? Where is he, then? Ah! Have you got all the bags? My jewel-case? The suit-case? The small brown bag? The rugs? Where are the rugs? "Yes, I can see them, my good girl. There is no need to brandish them in my face.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking