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Updated: June 21, 2025
One of them is supposed to have said that it's a fact that Mandy doesn't need a telephone, that she talks enough without it, and that in her opinion the worst kind of a gossip is the kind that stays at home the whole enduring time, never taking pains to see how things really happen and always knowing everything. "Emmy Smith doesn't know what to do with her oldest girl, Eleanor.
He was in the drawing-room below, on the day I received your last maiden letter from The Crossways now his property, in the hope of making it yours. 'I behaved abominably there! interposed Tony, with a gasp. 'Let it pass. At any rate, that was the prick of a needle, not the blow of a sword. 'But marriage, dear Emmy! marriage! Is marriage to be the end of me?
Everybody worth mentioning was there that is, everybody connected with our tale who was in England at the time. Miles and his mother of course were there, and Armstrong with Emmy ay, and with Willie the second too who was pronounced on all hands to be the born image of his father. Alas for his father, if that had been true!
I have known it some time," said Aunt Emmy, and her face became convulsed. "He spoke so beautifully about it only yesterday. And I have known for a long time that Tom and Miss Collett were likely to come to an arrangement." She had not a grain of irony in her, but no word could have been more applicable to Uncle Tom and Miss Collett than an arrangement.
The future, had she regarded it, offered a dismal prospect; but Emmy was too shy, so to speak, to look to that, and embark alone on that wide sea, and unfit to navigate it without a guide and protector. I know Miss Smith has a mean opinion of her. But how many, my dear Madam, are endowed with your prodigious strength of mind? "Gad, what a fine night, and how bright the moon is!"
And then his hosts would tell him about England and the fogs, wherein he was greatly interested; or Septimus would discourse to him of inventions, the weak spot in which his shrewd intelligence generally managed to strike, and then Septimus would run his fingers through this hair and say, "God bless my soul, I never thought of that," and Emmy would laugh; or else they talked politics.
"I suppose you're happy," said Grannie, "now you've got the poor child sent away." Auntie Emmy raised her eyebrows and spread out her hands, as much as to say she was helpless under her mother's stupidity. "He'd have been sent away anyhow," said Frances. "It isn't good for him to hang about listening to grown-up conversation." It was her part to keep the peace between her mother and her sisters.
Nor did he look Emmy Lou's way, only drove his pencil into his slate with a fervor that made Miss Clara rap sharply on her desk. Emmy Lou wondered if the little boy was mad. One would think it had stung the little boy and not her. But since he was not looking, she felt free to let her little fist seek her mouth for comfort.
Out it burst, its breath packed into clouds, the engines whooped, and round the curve where a point of cedars cut the sky the huge creature unwound itself, the hills echoing to its tread. Emmy watched it out of sight, and breathed again. "Hundreds, hundreds going every day! It seems easy enough for everybody else. Oh, if I were a man!" "What do you want I should do, Emmy?"
Followed a recapitulation of the greater grievance against the absent offender. Before Emmy Lou was done baring the burden of her complaint Mildred's lips had tightened in angered sympathy. "It must have been just perfectly awfully horrible, Em," she said with a characteristic prodigality of adjectives when the other had finished her recital.
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