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"And don't they," she urged, "don't they really say Sir and Ma'am, whe'e whe'e you came from?" He said gloomily, "Not ladies and gentlemen. Servants do. Waiters like me." He inflicted this stab to his pride with savage fortitude and he bore with self-scorn the pursuit of her innocent curiosity. "But I thought I thought you was a college student."
Lander, and she was so taken by the girl's art and grace in getting to her feet and fading into the background of the hallway without visibly casting any detail of her raiment, that she was not aware of her husband's starting up the horse in time to stop him. They were fairly under way again, when she lamented, "What you doin', Albe't? Whe'e you goin'?" "I'm goin' to South Middlemount.
Lander caught the word, and called across the room, "Why, a'n't that whe'e that lo'd's gone?" Clementina said yes, and while the kettle boiled, she asked if Baron Belsky were going soon. "Oh, in a week or ten days, perhaps. I shall know when he arrives. Then I shall go. We write to each other every day." He drew a letter from his breast pocket.
But it went to her head, and she was so giddy with it as she caught the slippers from the floor, and ran down to Mrs. Atwell, that she knocked against the sides of the narrow staircase. "What is it? What does it mean? Who did it?" she panted, with the slippers in her hand. "Whe'e did they come from?"
"What woman alta what?" "Your polonaise. The one whe'e we stopped yestaday." "Oh! Well, I've been thinkin' about that child, Albe't; I did before I went to sleep; and I don't believe I want to risk anything with her. It would be a ca'e," said Mrs. Lander with a sigh, "and I guess I don't want to take any moa ca'e than what I've got now. What makes you think she could alta my polonaise?"
I don't suppose they could get along without you very well," she suggested. "I've neva been away except last summa, for a little while." "And where was you then?" "I was helping Mrs. Atwell." "Did you like it?" "I don't know," said Clementina. "It's pleasant to be whe'e things ah' going on." "Yes for young folks," said Mrs. Lander, whom the going on of things had long ceased to bring pleasure.
I don't suppose they could get along without you very well," she suggested. "I've neva been away except last summa, for a little while." "And where was you then?" "I was helping Mrs. Atwell." "Did you like it?" "I don't know," said Clementina. "It's pleasant to be whe'e things ah' going on." "Yes for young folks," said Mrs. Lander, whom the going on of things had long ceased to bring pleasure.
The chef looked up as if surprised to find her still there. "Oh! Oh, yes! Who d' I think? Why, I know, Boss. But I don't believe I'd betta tell you." "Oh, do, Mr. Mahtin! If you knew how I felt about it" "No, no! I guess I betta not. 'Twouldn't do you any good. I guess I won't say anything moa. But if I was in youa place, and I really wanted to know whe'e them slippas come from"
But it went to her head, and she was so giddy with it as she caught the slippers from the floor, and ran down to Mrs. Atwell, that she knocked against the sides of the narrow staircase. "What is it? What does it mean? Who did it?" she panted, with the slippers in her hand. "Whe'e did they come from?"
Lander, and she was so taken by the girl's art and grace in getting to her feet and fading into the background of the hallway without visibly casting any detail of her raiment, that she was not aware of her husband's starting up the horse in time to stop him. They were fairly under way again, when she lamented, "What you doin', Albe't? Whe'e you goin'?" "I'm goin' to South Middlemount.
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