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Updated: June 17, 2025
Christmas Eve happened to be a cold, clear, star-lit night; and when Marstern drove to Miss Waldo's door, he asked himself, "Could a fellow ask for anything daintier and finer" than the red-lipped, dark-eyed girl revealed by the hall-lamp as she tripped lightly out, her anxious mamma following her with words of unheeded caution about not taking cold, and coming home early.
"Ten years, and ever since I have been here, helpless to extricate myself, doomed to a living death, which none other can ever fully realise! Doomed to to " His voice choked, and he turned away to hide his emotions. Professor Featherwit thoroughly appreciated the interruption which came through Waldo's lips just at that moment. "Oh, I say, uncle Phaeton!" "What is it, lad?
Lady Blonze's Christmas party was talked about and written about to an extent that she had not anticipated in her most ambitious moments. The letters from Waldo's mother would alone have made it memorable. Basset Harrowcluff returned to the home of his fathers, after an absence of four years, distinctly well pleased with himself.
"Waldo and I were walking down the quiet country lane, he telling me all the news that had been pulled off while I had been away. When we got down to the garden gate what do you think came off? Waldo proposed. Honest, he proposed, just like that. Waldo's intentions were sincere, but his work was lumpy and he went up in his lines a couple of times.
He placed the black bottles neatly in rows on an old box in the corner, and piled the skins on one another, and sorted the rubbish in all the boxes; and at eleven o'clock his work was almost done. He seated himself on the packing-case which had once held Waldo's books, and proceeded to examine the contents of another which he had not yet looked at. It was carelessly nailed down.
A comfortable hammock on a warm afternoon would appeal to his indolent tastes, and then, when he was getting drowsy, a lighted fusee thrown into the nest would bring the wasps out in an indignant mass, and they would soon find a 'home away from home' on Waldo's fat body. It takes some doing to get out of a hammock in a hurry." "They might sting him to death," protested Mrs. Thackenbury.
William Emerson, a brother of Ralph Waldo's, a prosperous New York merchant, had lured Ralph Waldo's hired man away from him and taken him down to Staten Island, New York. Here Thoreau acted as private tutor, and imparted the mysteries of woodcraft to boys who cared more for marbles. Staten Island was about two hundred miles too far from Concord to suit Thoreau.
"Go back to bed like a dear fellow," he pleaded, "and your sheep will turn up all right in the morning." "I daresay," said Bertie gloomily, "without their tails. Nice fool I shall look with a lot of Manx sheep." And by way of emphasising his annoyance at the prospect he sent Waldo's pillows flying to the top of the wardrobe.
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