Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
This year the holiday promised to be even more blissful than usual, for the Vernons had secured a second farmhouse, not ten minutes' walk from their own, and connected with the sea by the same fascinating field-paths. A farm and the sea! Could there possibly exist a more fascinating combination?
General Wilcox and his portly dame, Major Seaforth, and we know not what of Vernons and De Wolfs, and other grand old names, were represented there; stiff silks rustled, Chinese fans fluttered, and the last court fashions stood revealed in bonnets.
But Sir Robert, being gifted with artistic perception, had reared up in place of it a smaller but really beautiful dwelling of soft grey stone, long and low, and built in the Tudor style with many gables. This house, charming as it was, could not of course compare with Yarleys, the ancient seat of the Vernons in the same neighbourhood.
Phyl had been Robinson Crusoe and Jane Eyre, Monte Cristo and Jo. History which is so horribly unreal because it deals with real people had never appealed to her, but the history of the Civil War was different from others. It had to do with Vernons. After luncheon that day Phyl, having nothing better to do, went up to her room and resumed her book.
How is the wine getting on? But I suppose there must be other Dick Vernons on my wife's list. Have you the card with you?" "Rather," said Dick; "always take the card with me since I was kicked out of a miner's hop at Broken Hill because I forgot it. 'No gentleman will be admitted in a paper shirt' was mentioned on it, I remember. A concertina, and candles in bottles. Ripping while it lasted.
Her hatred of Phyl, big as a baobab tree, covered with its shadow Vernons, Miss Pinckney, and Richard. He was part of the business of her dethronement. Richard wandered off to where Maria Pinckney was seated watching the dancers. "Why aren't you dancing?" asked she. "Oh, I don't know," he replied. "I'm not keen on it and there are loads of men."
On its balcony stood the three Styrian brethren, although, by the way, they were not brethren at all, and, striking their harmonious guitars, wooed attention to their strains. The crowd hurried down the walk, and formed round the pavilion. Our party suddenly found themselves near the Vernons.
Silas moved towards her, but in the next moment they had for a snatch of conversation, she did not refer to the subject, nor did he. The Vernons people were late, so late that when they arrived they were the last of the guests; dancing was in progress and, on entering the ballroom, Richard Pinckney was treated to the pleasing sight of his fiancée whirling in the arms of Silas Grangerson.
What Vernons hasn't seen of American history isn't worth telling much. Here's the nursery." She opened a door with bottle-glass panels, real old bottle-glass worth its weight in minted silver, and shewed Phyl into a room. "This is the nursery," said she. It was a large room with two windows, and the windows were barred to keep small people from tumbling into the garden.
Not a door in Vernons was exactly true in line; the old house settling itself down quietly through the years and assisted perhaps by the great earthquake, though that had left it practically unharmed, shewed that deviation from the right line in cornice and wainscoting and door space, which is the hall mark left on architecture by genius or age.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking