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She could not help wishing that she knew enough young people in her social round to ask to a party. There were enough young ladies, but a "hen party" wasn't much fun. She made herself very agreeable to the Underhill boys, and wished in the sweetest of tones "that she did know their sister Margaret." There were a good many imperfect lessons the next day, but the party was the great topic.
Joe insisted that it was just the thing. He could have an office and a library, and a sleeping-room overhead, without disturbing the family. Mrs. Underhill declared there was twice too much room; and if any of the other boys should marry and go away "There's only Ben. I am a fixture; and it will be years before Jim reaches that tempting period.
"All the same," she said, smiling a difficult smile, "it would be nice to get out, wouldn't it?" "I was just going to suggest something of that very sort," said the man beside her. "The same thought occurred to me. We can stroll out quite comfortably by our own private route. Come along." Jill looked over her shoulder. Derek and Lady Underhill were merged into the mass of refugees.
Steve and Joe and John were there. The three younger boys had been left at Yonkers. Indeed, George had declared his intention of being a farmer. Mrs. Underhill said she didn't want any more boys until she had a place to put them. Afterward Joe coaxed the little girl to come and sit on his knee. They were talking about schools.
"Dele has quite a family on her hands," said John, when she had gone. "She's getting to be rather good-looking, too. Her eyes are very fine." "But she doesn't grow much tidier," returned his mother. "Her hair is curly and always looks tumbled," was the half-apologising rejoinder. "But she is very bright, and she'll do something with herself." Mrs. Underhill glanced sharply at her son.
Some croakers will tell you the Old Country is going to the dogs. Don't you believe it. "Mr. Underhill just now referred in feeling terms to the personal results of Mr. Smith's enterprise. But for him, some of our number would by this time have crossed the bourne whence no traveller returns. He has come twelve thousand miles in three days and a half. That's a thing to be proud of.
"Well, we must get hold of it before he shows it to Underhill," frowned the proprietor, "that is, if it has not been shown already, and in that case we must get hold of Edestone himself." "Now that is exactly what is troubling me," Smith's voice rose hysterically. "I'm not going to stand for any of that rough stuff, Mr. Rebener. Mr.
Hanny was so tired that she slept soundly. It was almost midnight when the folks came home, and Mrs. Underhill begged Margaret to go to bed quietly and not disturb her. And it was all light with the sun rising in the eastern sky and shining in one window when she opened her eyes. Margaret stood before the glass plaiting her pretty, long hair. The little girl sat up. Something had happened.
Whitney would read for hours to Aunt Patty; often the old lady went soundly asleep. To be sure, matters were not attended to with the niceness of Mrs. Underhill; but Barbara was a treasure with her German neatness, and Bridget kept her kitchen at sixes and sevens. Mr.
"Now if he does not invite Graves and Underhill and Apsworth to have tea with you, you might drop in at Boodles' on your way back from the city, and we will just pop on to Buckingham Palace and deliver to Queen Mary the ultimatum from the suffragette ladies of the Sioux Indians." Edestone laughed so heartily that the footman nearly turned to see if something had happened.
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