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"I should prefer it, if you please." The horses strained forward, the wheels turned; the triumphal procession was under way. "My dear," said Miss Herron, "will you be good enough to hold your parasol over me? The sun is very uncomfortable." All the way home, the length of Barham Street, where the people stared and laughed, young Fraser repeated all the maledictions he could remember or invent.
A band of voyageurs of sufficient strength may chatter and sing; they have by the very force of numbers created an atmosphere of their own. But two are not enough for this. They have little to say, for their souls are laved by the great natural forces. Dick Herron, even in ordinary circumstances, withdrew rather grimly into himself.
"There's only one person in it, and and he's getting out now. It's stopped." "Anything more?" "Oh!" cried Lucy, and now it was hers to stand, "I think " "Indeed!" remarked Miss Herron. "I fancied I saw that yellow head of his." "The workings of Providence!" Lucy sighed. "How perfectly absurd! Don't be irreverent, miss."
Miss Herron guided the fat horses into the byroad with the manner of a navigating officer on the bridge of a liner. Not even after they were straightened out, and dropped their quickened gait to the usual comfortable trot, did she unclose her lips or take her gray eyes from her course. "Is anything coming behind us, Lucy?" This to the young girl beside her. "No, Cousin Agatha.
"In response to an inquiry from your husband concerning the originals of some photographs he sent to a detective agency in New York. They have had the case for years, and recognizing the pictures as a clue, they telegraphed Mr. Herron. The prospect of news after years of fruitless searching so prostrated Mrs. Herron that he dared not leave her, and he sent me."
My friends, John M. Nelson of Hillsborough, Ohio, Samuel Linn, and Robert Herron, and others of the same vicinity, could 'make both the ears of every one who heareth them tingle' with the accounts which they can give of slave-driving by professors of religion in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia.
"Yes," said Sam. "You wait till I can get out!" he said on another occasion, in vague threat of determination. At the beginning of the third week Sam took his seat by the moss and balsam pallet and began to fill his pipe in preparation for a serious talk. "Dick," said he, "I've made up my mind we've wasted enough time here." Herron made no reply.
As they approached the machine, young Fraser was quite invisible; but when at last Miss Herron had coaxed her horses up to it, and made them stand, he crawled out from beneath it somewhere, red-faced, dusty and with black grease on his hands. "The penalty of recklessness!" observed the old lady, surveying the boy as though he was inanimate stone. "Broken down."
You see, she’s really too young to come to an expensive dressmaker, but I knew you could do more with her than anybody else.” “Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,” Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession.
"If you had intended so far to honor us," the old lady replied, icily, "I should have thought that you would have approached the subject with some degree of formality." "Miss Herron!" "To speak of such matters in an automobile is to treat them very unbecomingly. It is not," she continued, and all her unbending rigidity of demeanor was behind her words, "dignified."
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