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Her preoccupation was a source of gentle worriment to Aunt Em, and would have been even more so had that dear person suspected Gloria's designs against Un-Pleasant Street. These designs were unbosomed in a second letter to the District Nurse. Gloria's second letter to the District Nurse ran thus: "Dear Miss Winship: I keep thinking of those dreadful houses.
The distance was less than a mile, and the walk would perhaps calm him and might furnish some inspiration as to his dealings with her. Marie Winship lived in a quiet part of the city, near Decatur Street, and after a brisk walk he found himself at her door ringing the bell.
Dinner being over, Dr. Paul and the boys took the children and sauntered up the canyon for a lazy afternoon with their books. Elsie went to sleep in the new hammock that the doctor had hung in the sycamores back of the girls' sleeping-tent, and Mrs. Winship lay down for her afternoon nap. Pancho saddled the horses for Bell and Margery, who went for a gallop.
She caught a confused glimpse of bottles and rolls of something carefully done up in white tissue, of a dark blue pasteboard box with a red cross on the visible end, of curiously-shaped scissors. "See any jimmy?" queried the one beside her. "No, but I don't know what I do see." "My dear there's our car! Let me introduce you. The workbag, if you please, of the District Nurse, Mary Winship.
As the Rio Salagua, swollen with winter rains, rose up like a writhing yellow serpent and cast itself athwart the land, it drew a line from east to west which neither sheep nor cattle could cross, and the cowmen who had lingered about Hidden Water rode gayly back to their distant ranches, leaving the peaceful Dos S where Sallie Winship had hung her cherished lace curtains and Kitty Bonnair and Lucy Ware had made a home, almost a total wreck.
I lecture him continually, but 'every time he opens his mouth he puts his foot in it. Polly was under a cloud the first of the week. Villikins was sick, and Dr. Winship sent her to Aunt Truth for a bottle of sweet oil. Auntie went to make the salad dressing at dinner-time, and discovered her loss and Polly's mistake.
She meant to go all the rounds with brisk little Miss Winship. She was prepared to sweep floors and wash faces if it should prove to be in her part of the play. "I may have to be prompted," she thought, "but you won't catch me having stage-fright!"
I knew of course that you would believe the prettier story of the two girls always do! 'That isn't a "pretty story" your remark, I mean, so we won't believe it; will we, girls? asked Bell. 'Now, Polly, your eyes sparkle as if you couldn't wait another minute; your turn next, said Dr. Winship.
This modern Helen is a niece of Judge Timothy Baker, at whose residence, No. East Seventy-second Street, she is staying. The Judge and his family are reticent concerning their lovely guest, of whom the Echo presents the first authentic picture. Miss Winship cannot be described. Artists say that by their stern canons she is a perfect woman.
'How those fellows do ride! exclaimed Dr. Winship, savagely. 'I wish they were all obliged to walk until they knew how to treat a horse. 'Then they'd walk straight into the millennium, said Jack, sagely, 'for their cruelty seems to be an instinct. 'But how beautifully they ride, too! said Polly.
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