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"No, but something has happened in Cottonton and they sent newsboys over here with the papers." "Somebody living in Fernborough must be mixed up in the affair," said Mr. Dana, who was sitting in his rocking chair near the window. "I should say there was, decidedly so. Sit down, and I'll read what it says." "Bob Wood, he was the one who insulted you, wasn't he?"
The wrestling match between young Quincy and Bob Wood had been an incentive to some animated conversations at meal times and at the grocery, but the "locals" in the Fernborough Gazette had never risen above the usual level of, Hal Prentiss has bought a Jersey cow, Strout and Maxwell have a new wagon, William Jones has painted his fence green, Sol.
Maxwell told us, and went to sleep. He left each of Mrs. Maxwell's boys five thousand dollars, and the same amount to Quincy Adams Pettingill. The remainder of his fortune, I don't know how much, is bequeathed to build a free hospital in Fernborough. "There's another good man dead Deacon Mason, and his wife has gone to live with her daughter, Mrs. Pettingill. That funny little man, Mr.
They reached London in the afternoon too late to take the train for Heathfield in which town Fernborough Hall was situated. A telegram was sent to Aunt Ella informing her of their safe arrival in London, and that they would be with her the next day. "What can I do to amuse you this evening, Alice?" "Sit down and let me look at you, I have so much time to make up."
As they drove towards Eastborough Centre, Quincy pointed out the objects of interest to Mr. Merry, who thought Fernborough a beautiful town. "Come down next Saturday afternoon, Harry, and stay over Sunday. Bring down any important letters. Perhaps my sister Maude will come back with me." Mr.
The important question, "How was the boy to reach America?" was answered by one of those happy coincidences which happen often in books and occasionally in real life, such as is being depicted. The Rev. Mr. Gay, who had been a constant visitor to Uncle Ike during his last days, paid a visit to Fernborough Hall on his return from a trip to the Holy Land.
Come back late this afternoon, and I will tell you what has developed in the meantime." After engaging a stateroom for Saturday, Quincy returned to Cambridge, packed what things he needed for a couple of days, and with Tom came back to Boston, intending to go to Fernborough on the late train in the evening.
"When I am gone, Ella," he would say, "you may introduce your American ideas, for everything will be yours. When the Fernborough name dies, let the fish die too." The long search for his lost daughter had made him misanthropic.
She was laid beside Sir Stuart in the family vault, and the name Fernborough lived only as that of a little country town in New England. At the funeral Quincy met his sister Florence who looked upon him as one raised from the dead. "I did not forget you, Quincy, for my first-born bears your name."
There was no terrace upon which gaudy peacocks strutted back and forth, but in front of the Hall was a small artificial lake in which some transplanted fish led the lives of prisoners. Lady Fernborough begged the Baronet to end their miserable existence, but, to him, innovation was folly and destruction bordered on criminality.
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