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The upper floors were arranged in the most approved single bed-chambers or suites for the teachers and the seniors, the lower ones were accurately divided into living, dining and reception rooms. In one wing were the model recitation rooms and Miss Woodhull's office; in another the undergraduate's rooms. Nor had the grounds been overlooked.
Woodhull's the man, but Woodhull's gone lost, I reckon, or maybe killed and lying out somewhere on these prairies. You take it, Cale." Price considered for a time. "No," said he at length. "It's no time for one of us to take on what may be done better by someone else, because our women and children are at stake.
It had been Woodhull's purpose to get a stand above the sluices, hidden by the angle, where he could command the reach of the stream bed where Banion and Jackson last had been working. He had studied the place before, and meant to take no chances. His shot must be sure.
As Beverly sat in her nook watching the little girls of the primary grades run out to their playground at the rear of the building, the old girls of the upper classes pair off and stroll away through the extensive grounds, and the new ones drift thither and yonder like rudderless craft, she saw two girls come from Miss Woodhull's office.
Bill Jackson, having first meticulously exhausted the entire vituperative resources of the English, the Spanish and all the Indian languages he knew, finally poked the muzzle of the pistol into Woodhull's back. "Git, damn ye!" he commanded. "Center, guide! Forrerd, march! Ye " He improvised now, all known terms of contempt having been heretofore employed.
That they in common with the other guests had been ushered into Miss Woodhull's library, where, agreeable to custom, hot chocolate was served, had each, by some miraculous means contrived to be served three times, and had held a brief but most flattering conversation with Miss Woodhull, Sally, Beverly and Aileen never suspected.
Pattison's Milton. Woodhull's The Epic of Paradise Lost. Macaulay's Essay on Milton. Addison's criticisms on Milton, beginning in number 267 of The Spectator, are suggestive. Prose. Manly, II., has selections from all these writers; the Oxford Treasury and Century, from all but Hobbes. Selections may be found in Craik, III., 148-166; Manly, II., 139-143; Oxford Treasury, 83-85; Century, 225-235.
Consternation fell upon the revellers. The hair had snapped and Damocles' sword had certainly fallen. Fully as bewildered as the girls she had left behind her, Beverly went quickly to Miss Woodhull's study.
Oh, Miss Woodhull's so deadly afraid she won't uphold the dignity of dear Bosting and her Massy Alma Mater that she almost dies under the burden, but thank goodness, we don't see much of her, and Miss Baylis is such a fool we laugh behind her back. She's trying to make herself solid with the Empress because she thinks she will succeed to her honors when the high and mighty lady retires.
Judge Markham's happiness as the guests took their way to their respective homes. An hour later and the lights had disappeared from Miss Barbara Bigelow's windows, and the summer stars looked down upon the quiet house where that strange bridal had been. From Mrs. Senator Woodhull's elegant house where Mrs. Judge Markham had been petted, and flattered, and caressed, and Mr.
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