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He shook hands warmly with his brother and Patricia Whipple; was calm under the ordeal of introductions to the little friends Winona had warned him of two girls of peerless beauty and a fair-haired, sleepy-looking boy with long eyelashes and dimples.
He guessed he could keep a close mouth as well as the next one. The Merle twin at this momentous meal sat as one enthroned, receiving tribute from fawning subjects. His name was already Merle Whipple, and he was going to have a pony to ride, and he would come sometimes to see them. His cordial tolerance of them quite overcame Mrs. Penniman again.
Unless it wanted its money back, the Whipple family had no meaning for him; it was merely people with the Whipple nose, though, of course, the stepmother did not have this. He paused only to wonder if the girl would have it when she grew up she now boasted but the rudiments of any nose whatsoever and dismissed the tribe from his mind.
When you saw a bevy of girls from twelve to fourteen years of age, or thereabout, massed on one of the shady walks of the Parade soon after school closed for the day, or chattering along Whipple Street on which Miss Georgiana Shipman lived, you might be sure that the teacher of the sixth grade, grammar, was in the center of the group.
He handed it to Grafton who accepted it carelessly. "Thanks," said Grafton. "I'll send you a receipt, sir." "Oh, that is not necessary," replied Mr. Whipple. Now that the thing was past mending he made the best of it. His smile had returned in all its serenity.
And days passed into weeks, and no sign or message came from Judge Whipple in regard to the piano he had bought. Virginia did not dare mention it to the Colonel. Where was it? It had been carried by six sweating negroes up the narrow stairs into the Judge's office. Stephen and Shadrach had by Mr.
And then, "What was it?" she demanded. "He said that his mother was alone in town, and needed him." Virginia got up without a word, and went into Judge Whipple's room. And there the Colonel found her some hours later, reading aloud from a scrap-book certain speeches of Mr. Lincoln's which Judge Whipple had cut from newspapers.
By pretending ignorance of Spanish he might learn something that would be of advantage to him. Accordingly, he came forward when Dick spoke. "From Fort Whipple, ain't yer, sonny?" "I am." "D' ye know these critters?" "The black is my brother's, the light is mine." "Lookin' on 'em up, I s'pect?" "We shall take them, if we can." "You see, I was right," continued Dick to his companion, in Spanish.
And then came your party, and Glencoe, and that curious incident at the Fair." "When I was talking to the Prince, and looked up and saw you among all those people." He laughed. "That was the most uncomfortable of all, for me." "Stephen," she said, stirring the leaves at her feet, "you might have taken me in your arms the night Judge Whipple died if you had wanted to.
It was his custom to offer a cigar to the Judge, who invariably refused, and rubbed his nose with scornful violence. Virginia, on the verge of leaving, stayed on, fascinated by the turn the argument had taken. "Your prejudice is hide-bound, sir," said Mr. Whipple.
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