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Elly, her eyes on the book, murmured in a low chanting rhythm, her mouth full of oatmeal, "Delaware River, Newcastle, Brandywine, East Branch, West Branch, Crum Creek, Schuylkill." Paul looked round at the clock again.
But presently the carriage turned the corner into the road to Melbourne; Daisy caught sight for a second of the houses and church spires of Crum Elbow, that she had not seen for so long. A pink flush rose over her face. "What is it, Daisy?" said Mr. Randolph, who had been watching her. "Papa it's so nice to see things again!" "You had a pretty dull time of it at Mrs.
Sandford had a deal of trouble, I fancy, to find any house or arrangement that would content her. No board was procurable that could be endured even for a day. The doctor found at last, and hired, and put in order for us, a small cottage on the way between Melbourne and Crum Elbow; and there, early in June, mamma and I found ourselves established; "Buried," she said; "sheltered," I thought.
Wal, I'st tell yo, Davy, an if iver yo want to say a word about Jenny Crum in our house afterwards, yo mun ha a gritstone whar your heart owt to be that's aw. And she leant over the wall of the little garden, twisting her apron in her old, tremulous hands, and choking down the tears which had begun to rise.
"But suppose, by singing it, you could do a great deal of good, instead of harm?" "How, papa?" "I will give you a hundred dollars for singing it, which you may spend as you please for all the poor people about Melbourne or Crum Elbow." It was very singular to him to see the changes in Daisy's face. Light and shadow came and went with struggling quickness.
"But Daisy, after all, why did you not go to Crum Elbow yesterday afternoon, as you meant to do?" "Papa, this morning did better, for it was pleasanter." "Do you call that an answer?" said Mr. Randolph, who was still softly kissing her. "Papa, if you would be so very good as not to ask me that?" "I am not good at all, Daisy. I ask, and I mean to know." Daisy was in trouble.
'What are witches? demanded Louie, scornfully. 'I doan't bleeve in 'em. Reuben frowned a little. 'Theer wor witches yance, my gell, becos it's in th' Bible, an whativer's in th' Bible's true, and the farmer brought his hand down on the top bar of the gate. 'I'm no gien ony judgment about 'em nowadays. Theer wor aw mak o' queer things said about Jenny Crum an Needham Farm i' th' owd days.
Graham was from the first looked upon with a great deal of favour by a large body of the more influential electors, and his general committee, of which Mr. Archibald Orr Ewing of Ballikinrain was chairman, and Bailie J. W. Anderson was deputy-chairman, comprised the names of Mr. Wm. Kidston, Sir James Lumsden, Mr. Alex. Dennistoun of Golfhill, Mr. Colin R. Dunlop, Mr. Alex. Crum Ewing, Mr.
"I'm just as good as a princess, you know, Nora. Don't you want to go, too? Do come." "No, I mustn't there are people coming to tea Mrs. Linwood, and Charles and Jane I wish I could go! How far is it, Daisy?" "About five miles. Down beyond Crum Elbow, a good nice way; but I shan't go through Crum Elbow." "It's so splendid!" sighed Nora. "Well, good-bye. I can't go." On went the pony.
He had missed being expelled from school a year before Val, had spent that year at Oxford, and Val could almost see a halo round his head. His name was Crum, and no one could get through money quicker. It seemed to be his only aim in life dazzling to young Val, in whom, however, the Forsyte would stand apart, now and then, wondering where the value for that money was.
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