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Updated: June 19, 2025
Lingering at the head of the stair, Frances heard her name called from Win's room. "Is Mother dreadfully troubled?" he asked as she entered. "I think Roger went back to the cave and has been shut in." "Oh, I hope not," said Frances. "Mother's annoyed but it seems to me he must be all right. When he gets ready he will turn up with some wonderful tale of adventure."
As Frances passed the entrance to the sunken garden, her basket filled this time by solid-looking pieces of cake, she heard her name. "Fran," came Win's voice, "call Tylo. Get him to come out on the lawn." Frances called. She could see no one in the garden, only hear amused voices trying to induce Tylo to answer the summons. "He won't start," said Win again.
They could afford to eat at something like real restaurants, and as there was nothing worth rushing back for, they would not return until the last moment. Lily Leavitt, who was qualifying as a tigress, had just snatched a sale which ought to have been Win's, but that did not count in their private relations. It was business, and Win was "welcome to play the same game" if she could.
"Nor Mother Goose," she rejoined laughingly. The plates were moved just a little. Cary sat between her and his father. "I have heard quite a good deal about you," he began. "Are you French or English?" She caught a tiny gleam in Uncle Win's eye, and gravely answered in French. "How do you get along there in Sudbury Street? Who does the talking?" he asked in surprise. "We all talk," she answered.
Standing with arms on the sill outside of the lighted window, clad in summer vestments of white and looking as cool and fresh as the man inside looked hot and dirty, Chester attempted to lure the worker forth. "Win's serving a lot of cold, wet stuff on our porch," he announced. "Ellen's there, and the Macauleys, and Jord King has just driven up and stopped for a minute.
Win's pleasure arose not merely from the enjoyment of the library itself but because he would surely grow better acquainted with the Manor family and have a more favorable opportunity to show his discovery in the old Psalter. He was very quiet on the way home and scarcely spoke while Fran was giving her mother a graphic account of the afternoon.
Indeed, so much was a Norman or French invasion feared, that the islanders inserted in the Litany an additional petition: 'From the fury of the Normans, good Lord, deliver us!" "We have seen the tablet in the Royal Square, marking the spot where Major Pierson fell in the battle of Jersey," said Edith, who shared Win's liking for history. "Ah, in 1781. That was the last French invasion.
No, I'll let Jean drive which will be prudently slow, and I'll meditate about your hidden chest and the dotted path and other things back at the Manor." "I believe Mr. Hamilton did you more good than the doctor," declared Mrs. Thayne, entering Win's room after his caller had mounted Saracen and ridden away. "You look fifty per cent brighter." "He's a crackerjack," said Win briefly.
"They contain the Court House, Parliament rooms and a small public library." Touching his riding-crop to his hat in response to Win's thanks, he turned into a side street where a young man mounted on a handsome horse sat holding the bridle of another. With interest Win watched them ride away.
Leverett. "The idea of sending a child like that alone! The weather has been fine, but we don't know how it was on the ocean." "Captain Grier is a friend of Uncle Win's, you know," appended Betty. "Betty, do try and call your relatives by their proper names. An elderly man, too! It does sound so disrespectful! Young folks of to-day seem to have no regard for what is due other people. Oh "
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