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Updated: August 19, 2024
I doubt if it's safe to pamper and trim and stimulate and refine a woman in that hothouse atmosphere at least if she's a healthy woman. She's too apt sometime to break her gait, get the bit of tradition between her teeth, and then let her impulses run away with her. Oh, Muetterchen, I am so sick and sore, and yet filled with a strange new zest for this old puzzle of life.
"You mad child I was always afraid you might do something like this; but I will say I'm not altogether sure you've acted foolishly." "Thank you, you dear old Muetterchen! and you'll come to see us you shall see how happy I can be with this this boy this Lochinvar, Junior I'm sure Mrs. Lochinvar always lived happily ever after." Mrs. Van Geist kissed them both.
There, that's for you, and that's for Briggs and thank you both very much!" "Child, child! what does it mean?" "Mr. Bines is my husband, Muetterchen, and we're leaving for the West in the morning." The excitement did not abate for ten minutes or so. "And do say something cheerful, dear," pleaded Avice, at parting.
"That makes me hesitate. He really is a man I like him see this letter a long review from the Arcady Lyre of the 'poem' he wrote, a poem consisting of 'Avice Milbrey. The reviewer has been quite enthusiastic over it, too, written from some awful place in Montana." "What more could you ask? He'll be kind." "You don't understand, Muetterchen.
"I must be, I suppose I've just walked down from 59th Street, and before that I walked in the Park. Feel how cold my cheeks are, Muetterchen." "It's good for you. Now we shall have some tea, and talk." "Yes I'm hungry for both, and some of those funny little cakes." "Come back where the fire is, dear; the tea has just been brought. There, take the big chair."
"It always feels like you like your arms, Muetterchen and I am tired." "And throw off that coat. There's the lemon, if you're afraid of cream." "I wish I weren't afraid of anything but cream." "You told me you weren't afraid of that that cad any more." "I'm not I just told him so.
Dear Avice, you know, is really quite as impulsive as the steel bridge our train has just rattled over. Sincerely, From Miss Avice Milbrey to Mrs. Cornelia Van Geist, New York. Muetterchen, dearest, I feel like that green hunter you had to sell last spring the one that would go at a fence with the most perfect display of serious intentions, and then balk and bolt when it came to jumping.
She might even yet regret that she had not waited for him, when his own name had been written up as the wizard of markets, and the master of millions. Since money was all she loved, he would show her that even in that he was pre-eminent; though he would still have none of her. And as for Shepler he wondered if Shepler knew just what risks he might be taking on. "Oh, Muetterchen!
If that young man has not now a high estimate of my charms of person and mind, then have my ways forgot their cunning and I be no longer the daughter of Margaret Milbrey, nee van Schoule. But, Muetterchen, now comes the disgraceful part. I'm afraid of myself, even in spite of our affairs being so bad.
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