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Yocomb expressed herself admirably," he said, with somewhat of the air of championship. "She certainly expressed herself clearly. The trouble with me is that the sermon is just what Mrs. Yocomb would call it a message and one scarcely knows how to dodge it. I never had such a spiritual blow between the eyes before, and think I'm a little stunned yet." A smile lighted up Miss Warren's face. "Mrs.
"Thee knows I'm very much pleased to-night," she said. "Does thee remember, Richard, when thee first sat down to supper with us?" "Indeed I do. Never shall I forget my trepidation lest Mr. Yocomb should discover whom, in his unsuspecting hospitality, he was harboring." "Well, I've discovered," laughed the old gentleman. "Good is always coming out of Nazareth."
It's only three miles away. Would thee feel strong enough to go?" Mrs. Yocomb spoke with the utmost simplicity and innocence; but the young girl laughed outright, then fixed a penetrating glance on Mr. Yocomb, whose florid face became much more ruddy. "Evidences of guilt clearly apparent," she said, "and Mr. Morton, too, looks very conscious.
Yocomb clear away the vast debris of such a dinner." "Miss Warren, I have only this afternoon and evening." "Truly, Mr. Morton, the pathos in your tones would move a post" "But will it move you? That's the question that concerns me. Will you take a walk with me?" "Indeed, I think I must go now, if I would not be thought more insensible than a post.
"Would thee like to have me stay?" she asked timidly. "Indeed I would. Mrs. Yocomb, can I eat these strawberries? I've devoured them with my eyes already." "Yes, if the doctor says so, and thee'll promise not to talk much."
If it were Monday, I'd wager you a plum that they would all leave your oats to eat clover-hay out of my hand." "We'll arrange about the bet to-morrow, and now try the experiment," said Mr. Yocomb, relapsing into his genial humor at once. I was learning, however, that a deep, earnest nature was hidden by this outward sheen and sparkle.
I even lost my appetite didn't I, mother? and that's more than I've done for any lady since Ebenezer Holcomb cut me out of thy company at a picnic let me see, how many years ago is it, mother?" "Thee doesn't think I remember such foolishness, I hope," said the old lady; but with a rising color almost pretty as the blush I had seen so recently on Adah's face. Mr. Yocomb leaned back and laughed.
Yocomb contained no trace of pain or deep annoyance, while the embarrassment she could not hide so enhanced her loveliness that it was a heavy cross to withhold my eager eyes. Reuben kindly came to our relief, for he said: "I tell thee what it is, mother: I feel as if we ought to have Dapple in here with us." "Emily, wouldn't thee rather have Old Plod?" Mr. Yocomb asked.
"I'm afraid of a good many of them myself," I replied; "but some are genuine, and you shall have a good time, never fear." "I'll leave you to arrange the details of your brilliant campaign," said Miss Warren, smiling. "But thee hasn't scolded Richard," said Mrs. Yocomb, who was seemingly busy about the room. "My words would have no weight.
Yocomb had been moved into an armchair, and every moment comprehension of the truth grew clearer, and her motherly solicitude was intensified. Reuben evidently was frightened, and the doctor's brow was knitted into a frown of perplexity. "We thought she was coming to," said Reuben to Miss Warren, "but she's gone back worse than ever." "Mr.
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