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Wil Bufflo Hol n Win "That is like Juliet. A little while ago she was so impatient to move The painters were told what to do long, long ago, "in about the second generation after the first people.",There was a short silence.,She caught her hat from a peg, opened the door, and Ringdo gamboled out before her. Down the path to the gate they sped and out into the tree-hedged road. Already the frost-pinched leaves, crimson-veined and golden, were being swung to earth by a soft wind that promised snow. With Ringdo galloping clumsily beside her Erie went down the road, trilling a snatch of a song.,"Here you, Joe, come back here and behave yourself," the master thundered and the dog turned and slunk back along the path.,“Please,” answered the discomfited youth, “I aint never seen a ship of no kind.”，“Oh, Billy, don’t ask me. I can’t bear to think of it. But I almost forgot,—your mother said if I saw you to tell you to go by the store and get a loaf of bread. There’s the train!”，My! how he ran! He was in such a fright that he did not once glance back. My, oh, my! Here he was running along in his bare skin; while his clothes, wet as wet could be, were lying down there among all those elegant ladies!，"What! the horrid brute that puts back his ears and shows the white of his eyes! Geoffrey, once for all, I desire you to have nothing to do with him.""I beg your pardon, Molly," he exclaimed, and his face was redder than mine, and then it went white with mortification. I couldn't stand that.

"And ut's married they were this mornin', whilst the dew still clung to the mosses, and ut's meself was witness to the j'inin' av two av the tinderest hearts in all the wurruld." Old Harry O'Dule, on his rounds to spread the joyful tidings of Frank and Erie's marriage, had met Billy leading a fat bay horse along a sun-streaked forest path.,Mother put him down on the sofa and washed his hot, tear-stained face. Some time after he exclaimed, “Mother.”,"Do not go, madam," said he, quietly. "I have something to show you.","I would like to see that record now, Mrs. Molly. It seems to me you are about as slim as you want to be. How did you tip the scales last time you weighed, and have you noticed any trouble at all with your heart?,And will track them right into their homes—lack-a-day!,And Jack is greatly pleased with them, and, seeing everything just now through a rose-colored veil, tells him self he is specially blessed in his own people, and that Geoffrey and old Nick are two of the decentest old men alive. Yet he too is a little distrait, being lost in an endeavor to catch Violet's eyes,—which eyes refuse persistently to be so caught.,"Well, Battersea," said Isabella, kindly, "how are you to-day?","The thief and the murderer!",It was in the boudoir they were sitting, and Violet was dressed in some soft gray dress that shone and turned into palest pearl as she moved. It was his mother's boudoir, the room she most affects, with its crimson and gray coloring and its artistic arrangements, that blend so harmoniously, and are so tremendously becoming to the complexion when the blinds are lowered. How pretty Mona would look in a gray and crimson room? how——,"Why in the world doesn't Elinor loosen up?" she thought, impatiently.,"The whole job of the ship sailing before her time is a mystery to me, sir," said Captain Weaver.,“Can’t you and I go to the stable instead?” ventured Johnny. “It will be so tiresome in the house.”.