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The following may be regarded as a complete list: James Simonds, James White, Jonathan Leavitt, Jonathan Simonds, Samuel Middleton, Peter Middleton, Edmund Black, Moses True, Reuben Stevens, John Stevens, John Boyd, Moses Kimball, Benjamin Dow, Thomas Jenkins, Batcheldor Ring, Rowley Andros, Edmund Butler, John Nason, Reuben Mace, Benjamin Wiggins, John Lovering, John Hookey, Rueben Sergeant, Benjamin Stanwood, Benjamin Winter, Anthony Dyer, Webster Emerson, George Carey, John Hunt, George Berry, Simeon Hillyard, Ebenezer Fowler, William Picket and Ezekiel Carr.
"Walk in, if you please, miss," requested the tall servant standing attentive, and mechanically Win obeyed. Lily Leavitt had not exaggerated this was a "swell house," and "cool as snow." The room into which she had been ushered was a dining-room, and at first glance was all one rosy glow walls, drawn curtains, thick, mossy carpet, brocade-upholstered furniture, lamps and candle shades.
Leavitt as a source of information regarding the missing Farquharson seemed preposterous when one reflected how out of touch with the world he had been, but, to my astonishment, Major Stanleigh's clue was right, for he had at last stumbled upon a man who had known Farquharson well and who was voluminous about him quite willingly so.
"What is, dear?" said Grace, who was talking with Laura. The conversation was now finely under way. Washington launched out an observation of his own. "Did you see those Japs, Miss Leavitt?" "Oh, yes, aren't they queer. But so high-bred, so picturesque. Do you think that color makes any difference, Mr. Hawkins? I used to be so prejudiced against color." "Did you? I never was.
Leavitt most of all." "A queer chap," I epitomized him. "Frankly, I don't quite make him out, Miss Stanleigh marooning himself on that infernal island and seemingly content to spend his days there." "Is he so old?" she caught me up quickly. "No, he isn't," I reflected. "Of course, it's difficult to judge ages out here. The climate, you know. Leavitt's well under forty, I should say.
But I might's well face the truth now. He's just Mr. Sallie Leavitt. And if you don't think that hurts for me to have to own up to it, then you're mighty mistaken. Maybe you can guess too why I ain't so anxious to parade a husband like that before folks." "Oh, well," says I, "sometimes a man gets tagged with a nickname like that and don't half deserve it." "Huh!" says she. "You don't know Mr.
"I shall save it up to carry home." "Well, you must try to make my place good in the shop." "He can do that," said Mr. Leavitt, slyly; "but there's one place where he can't equal you." "Where is that?" "At the dinner table." "You've got me there, father," said Bob, good-naturedly. "Well, good-by all, here's the stage." In a minute more he was gone.
The two of us had returned that afternoon from Muloa, where I had taken him in my schooner, the Sylph, to seek out Leavitt and make some inquiries very important inquiries, it seemed, in Miss Stanleigh's behalf.
"It was Little Sister or nothing for me." But though he gathered up his mass of greenbacks and stalked away with his smart hat on the back of his incredibly sleek head, Tobias was not greatly worried. The young swell was sweet on Child, and wasn't above a flirtation with red-haired Leavitt at the same time he was trying to spoon the English girl.
She seemed to see those strawberries and to smell the sweetness of roses and lilies in a house "as cool as snow." "Heavenly!" she sighed. "I didn't remember there were such things in the world!" "Well, come with me to-night and remind yourself," coaxed Miss Leavitt. "You needn't be afraid, because I said it was artists, to butt into some rowdy crowd. They'll be as quiet and refined as mice.
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