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"I didn't name myself, in the first place; did I? Sinsie had to be Sinsie; and then how am I accountable for the blessed luck that gave me for best friends dear old Marmaduke Wharne and Kerenhappuch Craydocke?" But down in the kitchen, and up in the nursery, there was disapproval. "It was bad enough," they said, these orderers of household administration, "when there was two.
The four stopped, after their merry whirl, in this same corner by the door where Mr. Wharne was standing. Dakie Thayne shook hands with his friend in his glad boy's way. Across their greetings came Sin Saxon's words, spoken to her companion, "You're to take her, Frank." Frank Scherman was an old childhood's friend, not a mere mountain acquaintance.
But I've come down, Mr. Wharne, like the coon. I'll tell you presently," she went on, and she spoke now with warmth, "who is the real belle, the beautiful one of this place! There she comes!" Miss Craydocke, in her nice, plain cambric morning-gown, and her smooth front, was approaching down the side passage across the wing.
Sin Saxon said, a few minutes after, when she got her chance. "But you don't know, sir," she added, with a desperate candor, "the way I took to find it out! I've been tormenting her, Mr. Wharne, all summer. And I'm heartily ashamed of it." Marmaduke Wharne smiled. There was something about this girl that suited his own vein. "I doubt she was tormented," he said quietly.
At that Sin Saxon smiled, too, and looked up out of her hearty shame which she had truly felt upon her at her own reminder. "No, Mr. Wharne, she never was; but that wasn't my fault. After all, perhaps, isn't that what the optimists think? it was best so. I should never have found her thoroughly out in any other way. It's like" and there she stopped short of her comparison. "Like what?" asked Mr.
In the haunts of city misery and vice, misery and vice shut in upon itself, with no broad outlook to the heavens, he was tender, with the love of Christ himself. "'My house shall be called the house of prayer, but these have made it a den of thieves. It is true not alone of the temples built with hands." "Is that fair? How do you know, Mr. Wharne?"
And Marmaduke Wharne came nearer to Leslie, and looked at her with a gentle look that was wonderfully beautiful upon his stern gray face. "Only, I would have a kindness that should go deep, coming from a depth. There are two things for live men and women to do: to receive, from God; and to give out, to their fellows. One cannot be done without the other.
"The telescope's fixed, out on the balcony; and you can see Jupiter and three of his moons! We must make haste, before our moon's up." "Will you go and look, Mrs. Linceford?" asked Mr. Wharne of the lady, as Leslie reached her side. They went with him, and Master Thayne followed. Jeannie and Elinor and the Miss Thoresbys were doing the inevitable promenade after the dance, under difficulties.
They said "lovely!" and "splendid!" of course, their little word of applause for the scenic grandeur of mountain and heaven, and then the half of them turned their backs upon it, and commenced talking together about whether waterfalls were really to be given up or not, and of how people were going to look in high-crowned bonnets. Mrs. Linceford told the "hummux" story to Marmaduke Wharne.
It was a little awkward for him, scarcely comprehending what she meant. He could by no means agree with Sin Saxon when she called herself a fool; yet he hardly knew what he was to contradict. "We're well placed at this minute. Leslie Goldthwaite and Dakie Thayne and the Josselyns half way up above there, in the Minster. Mr. Wharne and Miss Craydocke at the top. And I down here, where I belong.
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