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As many of the cattle and horses even now showed evil results from injudicious driving on the trail, it was at length decided to make a full day's stop so that they might feed up. Molly Wingate, now assured that the Pawnees no longer were in the vicinity, ventured out for pasturage with her team of mules, which she had kept tethered close to her own wagon.
There isn't a scrap of evidence of any complication in his life. There isn't a shadow of doubt in my mind as to the cause of his disappearance." "Indeed!" Wingate murmured. "It's a villainous plot, engineered by you!" Phipps continued, his voice shaking. "I'm fond of the boy. That's why I've come to you. Name your terms." Wingate indulged in a curious bout of silence.
Pike, who had unbent from her reserve over her second cup of tea to a most remarkable degree, "it were hard enough to ask Doctor Tom in to pot-luck with my chicken dumplins, that he carries on over, a-knowing about what you and Cindy could shake up in the kitchen, but with Miss Elinory's cooking added I'm a-going to turn him away hungry next time." "Oh, please don't!" exclaimed Miss Wingate.
"Still, you won't mind going so far as to say that you are an admirer of hers?" the latter persisted. "Well?" "You are probably her confidant in the unfortunate differences which have arisen between us?" "If I were, I should not consider it my business to inform you." "Your sympathy is without doubt on her side?" Wingate changed his attitude.
"Now, as I was expecting only politicians to-night and, of course, no visitor in petticoats, I should be excused from trying to guess who you are on these grounds," answered Mr. Wingate, trying to force the hands which were firmly pressing down upon his eyes.
Happiness and good cooking lie like peas in a pod in a man's life and I reckon I'll have to give Tom Mayberry, prize, to you." "Mother!" exclaimed the Doctor. "Thank you," murmured Miss Wingate with a wicked glance at him from his Mother's shoulder that brought a hurried embrace down upon them both.
Blueworthy didn't exactly tumble, so's to speak, but the door opened, and he comes shuffling and groaning into sight. His face was twisted up and he had one hand spread-fingered on the small of his back. "Dear, dear!" says he. "I'm dreadful sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Wingate. I've been wrastling with this turrible lumbago, and I'm 'fraid it's affecting my hearing. I'll tell you "
Sir Robert Wingate wanted to know all about you, I must have talked to him for more than twenty minutes on the telephone. "Walker and I go to Ottawa on a late train today. They want to see me, to go fever details. "Well, let's get busy with the last threads of what happened last night we have to put it down on black and white for future, reference. When do you want to return to Wayland, Ted?"
I hold that fact in my heart always," said Mother Mayberry as she looked down over her glasses at the singer lady sitting on the top step at her feet. "I know you do," answered Miss Wingate with a new huskiness rather than the burr in her voice, which made Mother look at her quickly before she drew another thread through her needle. "But I was just thinking about Mrs. Bostick and wishing oh!
The guide pointed to a rock, behind which Ping was cooking supper, and held up a hand to indicate that the party was to stop and listen. "What on earth, is he saying?" wondered Nora Wingate. "I should call it a heathen version of 'Little Jack Horner," suggested Miss Briggs. Hi nodded. "Listen!" urged Grace. "I want to hear it. Perhaps he will sing it again."
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