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But his wife only gave him a deservedly scornful glance, and said: "You may write Dr. Ames that we'll send Pollyanna; and ask him to tell Miss Wetherby to give us full instructions. It must be sometime before the tenth of next month, of course, for you sail then; and I want to see the child properly established myself before I leave, naturally." "When will you tell Pollyanna?"
If he can satisfy the lawyers he becomes renowned, and as far as the litigants are concerned, they don't matter at all. If they had any sense they wouldn't resort to the law anyway. Any fool knows that!" Wetherby got up behind him, red faced and angry, to protest, but the crowd howled him down. And Wetherby, muttering, stormed indignantly out of the court room.
In the interests of truth, Bill thought it best to leave this question unanswered. 'Well, it's very good of you to have bothered to come out and tell me, said Lady Wetherby. 'It gives us a clue, at any rate. Thank you. At least, we know now in which direction it went. There was a pause.
I suppose you thought that, if you planted the poor creature's body here, it would be up to Algie to get rid of it, and that if he were found with it I should think that it was he who had killed the animal. The look of horror which Lord Wetherby had managed to assume became genuine at these words.
You fatigue yourself too much!" And to the old lady's denials John's wife returned, with a tinge of sharpness: "But, really, mother, I'd rather you didn't. It frets the nurses and forgive me-but you know you <i>will</i> forget and talk to him in 'baby-talk'!" The days came and the days went, and Nancy Wetherby stayed more and more closely to her rooms.
Just before Aunt Wetherby died, she had a long talk with me on various matters, and among other things she said she believed there was something troubling you and father, some secret you were hiding from me and the world. Is it so? Do you know anything which I do not?" "Yes, many things."
Ann Wetherby gazed at the revolving mass of heads and legs of boy and dog in mute despair, then she rose to her feet and started down the street. "You c'n foller me," she said sternly, without turning her head toward the culprits on the grass. The boy came upright instantly. "Do ye stump it, marm?" "What?" she demanded, stopping short in her stupefaction.
I loved Miss Wetherby. She had little smile-wrinkles all around her eyes and mouth, and she knew the NICEST stories. I only had her two months, though, because she only got there a little while before I came away.
If I may be allowed to illustrate by quoting example IV., section from chapter ix. of "Revised Rules for Conducting Conversation between a Shouter and a Deaf Person," it will assist us in getting a clear idea of the difference between the two sets of rules: Shouter. Did you say his name is WETHERBY? Deaf Person. Change? Yes, I think it will. Though if it should clear off I Shouter.
'If I might offer the warning, m'lady, said Wrench, 'not the cellar. It is full of coal. It would be placing temptation in the animal's way. The odd-job man endorsed this. 'Put him in the garage, then, said Lady Wetherby. The odd-job man departed, bearing his heaving bag at arm's length. The cook and the parlour-maid addressed themselves to comforting and healing the scullery-maid.
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