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The Bryants and Howells were among the "old families," and their momentous step created a little ripple of excitement among their friends and acquaintances. The boys enjoyed the talk and the gossip that arose around them, and already considered themselves heroes in a small way.
Surely, this meant tragedy of some sort, for if the child had sobbed so hard, she must have been in deep trouble. "We must find her!" said Cousin Jack, starting for the stairs. It was fortunate that the Bryants were there to take the initiative, for Mr. and Mrs. Maynard seemed incapable of action.
"The Bryants will stay with us to-night, so you and Ethel go to your rooms, and King, too. Jack and I will stay here in the library for a while." King demurred at being sent away, but his father explained that if he wanted to help, all he could do was to obey orders. So King went upstairs, but not to his own room. About an hour later he came down again, to find his father and Mr.
When the house was full of lodgers the Bryants stowed themselves away in any odd corners. At this time Lydia occupied a large cupboard by courtesy called a small room close to their stuffy little back parlor.
Marjorie couldn't help thinking what a contrast this greeting was to their reception at Grandma Maynard's, but she also realized that the Bryants were much younger people, and apparently were very fond of children. Altogether, it was a most satisfactory welcome, and the Maynards trooped into the house, with that comfortable feeling always bestowed by a warm reception.
Here we are, then, in enchanting Florence! I shall try to send you a journal by the Bryants, who are here now. The Brownings are close by, and we are going to see them soon.
Towards the close of this first season in Rome the Bryants came to town, and the old poet, old in aspect even then, called on us; but he was not a childly man, and we youngsters stood aloof and contemplated with awe his white, Merlin beard and tranquil but chilly eyes.
The Bryants were to spend the day at Maynard Manor, until time for the afternoon picnic, and after the picnic came the reception at Bryant Bower. Midget put on a fresh white piqué, and tied up her mop of curls with wide bows of red, white, and blue ribbon. When all ready she went dancing downstairs, pausing on her way to tap at King's door. "All ready, Kinksie?" she called out.
Why in thunder don't you write to me? If I were nobody, I am somewhere. I hope you are enjoying yourself, but I can't think you can, conscientiously, without telling me of it. My love to the Bryants. I hope it may greet the Grand Panjandrum himself. Tell Mrs.
Then they all walked around by Ruth's house to take her home, and then they walked around by Bryant Bower to take the Bryants home, and then the Maynards went home themselves. "I'm going to write Kit all about it," said Marjorie; "she'd have loved that game, if she'd been here." "She loves any make-believe game," said King. "You write to her, Midget; I've got to write up The Jolly Sandboy paper."
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