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"I should think so indeed, poor men!" exclaimed Miss Acton.,“You’re right, I guess,” he assented. “We’ve got to do it. Come on, we might as well get it over.”,Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings,The furniture is composed of oak of the hardest and most severe. To sit down would be a labor of anything but love. The chairs are strictly Gothic. The table is a marvel in itself for ugliness and in utility.,"Where are you going—far from the camp?" asked the old woman.,"I'll be bound for you, Elinor Kendall, to find the sweetness in every sour apple. Not that your Doris Leighton is sour on the outside. She's much too sweet for my taste. I don't trust them when they're so unearthly sweet.",Fate led the trio to the theatre where Mr. Zalhambra was playing. Howard took his friends to a box and no sooner were they seated than he espied Nell and Betty.,“I live over the hill there,” answered the other boy. “Dad’s a stock raiser. You can see the house from the river after you get down a little further. I sneaked away from my old man this morning to see if I could get a few fish. They aren’t biting very good here, though,” he concluded. “I wish I had a boat, because I know of a peach of a place—”,Wouldn’t any one suppose that Uncle Isaac was her uncle and not his, Johnny Blossom’s, the way she behaved?,Judith wriggled from her with an expression of injured innocence that almost satisfied her.,“By heck! Flash is all right.”,“I thank you, sir,” said Grandmother. “I thank you, sir.”.