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There they met. I don't know whether Miss Crawley had any private feeling of regard or emotion upon seeing her old favourite; but she held out a couple of fingers to him with as smiling and good-humoured an air, as if they had met only the day before. And as for Rawdon, he turned as red as scarlet, and wrung off Briggs's hand, so great was his rapture and his confusion at the meeting.
She often questioned her sister's authority, but not Miss Briggs's, who was a very clever young mistress. 'Do you mean that if a girl isn't nice you don't care? she asked. 'No, I mean that you ought to make her shut up.
At the same time let me say, in parenthesis, that my wife, whose weakness is china, informed me that night, when we were by ourselves, that she was ordering secretly a teaset as a bridal gift for Marianne every cup of which was to be exquisitely painted with the wild flowers of America, from designs of her own, a thing, by the by, that can now be very nicely executed in our country, as one may find by looking in at our friend Briggs's on School Street.
"It was enough to discourage the most optimistic freshman," averred Anne. "I wonder who J. Elfreda Briggs's friends were," commented Miriam. "She never said a word about knowing any one at Overton. I imagine she is a thoroughly selfish girl, and the less I see of her in college the better pleased I shall be."
"I cannot understand why you should take such an unprecedented interest in Miss Briggs's affairs and I shall tell you nothing." "Very well," said Grace composedly. "I see that I shall have to go to each member of the sophomore class in turn in order to find out the truth.
'Here' was a corridor without any seats; but Vava took this command as meaning to stay out of the classroom, and she wandered off to the playground, where she sat down on a garden-seat, and looked over the subject for the next examination, feeling very irritated at Miss Briggs's dictatorial manner. Everything 'happened' wrong that morning.
Didn't come of my own free will, seems as though. Kind of tired, Jed. Mind if I set a spell?... How's the cannin', Mis' Briggs?" "Done up thutty quarts to-day, Mr. Baines," said the young woman, who was Jed Briggs's wife, a woman fifteen years his junior, comely, desirable, vivid. "Um!... Got a hoss out here. Want you should both come and look her over."
It didn't seem worth while." "And you won't be dull all alone?" "Oh, no, I am never dull. I love two or three days of complete rest now and then. One isn't made of cast iron, although some people seem to think one is, or at ay rate ought to be." There was a tired sound in her voice as she said this, and Miss Briggs's small and sharp, but kind, eyes examined her face rather critically.
She was not sure; but she could not persuade herself to draw Miss Briggs's attention to the people who interested her until the bill was presented and it was almost time to leave the restaurant. Then at last she could keep silence no longer, and she said: "The people one sees in Paris seem to become more and more extraordinary! Many of them one can't place at all."
"We've struck, Em," he said, smiling down at her from the shadow of his big hat. "Who's we?" asked Em gravely. "All of us. They're paying a dollar and a quarter over at Briggs's; we ain't a-goin' to stand it." Em had stopped in the path. The young fellow stepped behind her, and she went on. "Why don't you all go over to Briggs's and go to work?" she asked, without turning her head.
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