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Vanderburgh shrugged her shoulders as she looked at the occupant of the chair, who surveyed her calmly, then fell to reading her book. "Well, you must just bear it, dear; it's one of the annoyances to be endured on shipboard." "I suppose the lady wanted her own chair," observed Mr. King, dryly. "Lady? Oh, my dear Mr. King!" Mrs. Vanderburgh gave a soft little laugh.
"I know that was dreadful," assented Jasper, in dismay at the obstacle to the plan he had formed in his own mind, to do that very thing he was now being warned against. "But you see, Miss Vanderburgh, he's all upset by his Grandfather's sickness." "And I should think he would be," cried Fanny Vanderburgh, with spirit. "Mrs.
Vanderburgh and Fanny passed them, all sweet smiles for him and for Phronsie, but with no eyes for the boy. "Oh, Polly! Polly!" Phronsie came running along the deck, and up to the little group playing shuffle-board; "there's such a very big whale." And she clasped her hands in great excitement. "There truly is. Do come and see him."
We've been running about in your country a bit, and the boy's mother went home first with the other children " Polly heard him say as the two paused in front of her steamer chair. "Indeed!" ejaculated Mrs. Vanderburgh, as he addressed her, and raising her eyebrows with a supercilious glance for his plain, unprepossessing appearance.
He is peculiar, but not at all common, and he has many good qualities as a man; and I like the boy immensely." "How can you?" Mrs. Vanderburgh gave a little high-bred laugh. "They are so insufferably common, Mr. King, those Selwyns are." "Excuse me," said Mr. King, "that was the Earl of Cavendish; it will do no harm to mention it now, as they have gone." "Who who?" demanded Mrs.
"Yes, Madam, and glad shall I be to set my foot on Old England again Hey, Tom, my boy, don't you say so?" Tom looked off over the sea, but did not speak. Neither did Mrs. Vanderburgh answer, but turned her face away in disdain that was very plainly marked. "Home is the best place, Madam," declared old Mr. Selwyn emphatically.
Just then Tom Selwyn rushed up: "Mother!" to the plain-looking woman; "well, we did get separated! Oh!" and seeing her companion he plunged back. Fanny Vanderburgh, well in the rear, a party of young German girls impeding the way, felt her mother's grasp, and looked around. "Oh, you've torn your lace sleeve!" she exclaimed, supposing the black looks referred to that accident.
"Oh, but the buildings was ever anything so fine as those old Nuremberg houses, with their high-peaked gables! I have quantities of them thanks to my kodak." "What's this station, I wonder?" asked Polly, as the train slowed up. Two ladies on the platform made a sudden dash at their compartment. "All full," said the guard, waving them off. "That was Fanny Vanderburgh," gasped Polly.
Polly sprang up suddenly and threw her arms around her mother's neck. Her face was wet with tears, and she sobbed out, "Oh, if I'd done more for her, Mamsie, or been pleasant to Mrs. Vanderburgh, she might have stayed." "You haven't any call to worry, Polly, child," said Mother Fisher, firmly.
With heedless daring, Vanderburgh put himself upon their trail, to trace them to their place of concealment: It led him over prairies, and through skirts of woodland, until it entered a dark and dangerous ravine. Vanderburgh pushed in, without hesitation, followed by his little band.
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