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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Camping in Farmer Field's woods, sir," replied Ned Barstow. "How often has this happened before?" "Twice, sir." "Was any one else with you?" "Only last night, sir. Another boy was with us then," said Ned. "Who was he?" "I can't tell you, sir." "Williams, you may go now. I will see you later."
Thus went away those brave fellows and sprightly blades most merrily, and because they were fresh and had been at rest, they very often jummed and fanfreluched almost at every field's end, and this is the cause why the leagues about Paris are so short. Other men give other reasons for it, but this seems to me of all other the best. To which Pantagruel willingly adhered.
An honest warning would have merely flattered her with its implication of her importance; ah, no, Isabelle and Harriet might try to hold the child back but Granny knew girl nature better than either of them! "Well, then, I must follow them home," Harriet said, pleasantly. "You don't come back to-night?" To this Madame Carter very pointedly made no answer; her plans were not Miss Field's business.
The children associated nothing whatever but happiness with their parents. In the other months of the year their mother was immensely occupied with her work at Field's, developing beyond expectation; and their father early and late with his work in the Temple, his esteem by solicitors and by litigants almost beyond his time to satisfy.
She went off in a hat she had copied from a French model at Field's, and a suit she had contrived with a home dressmaker, aided by pressing on the part of the little tailor in the basement over on Thirty-first Street. It was the last of that, though. The next time they saw her, she had on a hat that even she would have despaired of copying, and a suit that sort of melted into your gaze.
It was a pretty compliment and a tribute to Field's sound judgment as to human nature, but Beatrice did not appear to heed his words. "I had better finish and tell you everything," she said. "I have said everything I can, in common fairness to my husband. I feel convinced that if there was foul play he had no hand in it, no actual hand, that is. But there is another side to the question.
The door was ajar, but Wentworth had not shown himself. With a gasp of relief she yielded to Field's insistent hand. Her knees were shaking under her, but she made a valiant effort to control them. He did not speak further, and something in his silence dismayed her. She trembled more and more as she walked. Her wet clothes impeded her.
When in the field his sons found themselves unable to crawl longer without resting, and stood up to stretch their tired bodies, he stood by the fence at the field's edge and swore. "Well, look at the mouths I have to feed, you lazies!" he shouted. "Keep at the work. Don't be idling around. In two weeks it'll be too late for planting and then you can rest.
A handkerchief was found on the top of the cliff marked "D.F.," and Field's hat was found among the rocks along the shore. A warrant was issued for Trapp's arrest, and he was hunted high and low by a posse of constables, but not taken. And meanwhile Field was lying unconscious in an old farm-house by the lake-side a mile or two north.
That was the spirit in which she came back home to the children, that and all that went with it and that arose out of it. It was nothing at all to her when she did it, the frightful break with Field's. Harry was distressed for her, but there was no need at all for him to be distressed, she told him.
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