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“Uncle Isaac has made you his chief heir. You are the owner of Kingthorpe, my boy.”,He bounced back, not knowing that his clothes were afire in several places. Instinctively he charged again.,Softly the last note died, and then the player emerged from the grove. He was little and bent. He wore a ragged suit of corduroys and a battered felt hat with a red feather stuck jauntily in its band. His face was small, dark, and unshaven. In one grimy hand he carried a small demijohn. Arriving opposite Caleb, he lifted his battered hat and bowed low as a courtier would do.,Patricia underwent a swift change as she lifted her shining eyes to Bruce's laughing face.,“That’s mighty tough,” said Bob sympathetically, when Jerry paused for a moment. “I’ll bet Mr. Whitney cares—”,Erie was waving to him from the kitchen door. "Where's Maurice?" she called.,“He is a cattleman, though,” was the answer. “The range is to the north. A branch river flows into the Rio Grande and forms a triangle of green grazing. Holman has put in this irrigation merely to grow crops necessary for house use. It’s taken him years to make this place, and the dam we’re building will wipe it out overnight.”,Rising, the old dame takes a chair, dusts it, and presents it to the stranger, with a courtesy and a wish that he will make himself welcome. Then she goes back again to the chimney-corner, and taking up the bellows, blows the fire beneath the potatoes, turning her back in this manner upon the young people with a natural delicacy worthy of better birth and better education.,A gleam of satisfaction lit Anson's shifty eyes. "All right," he said shortly, and went off after the herd.,Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?”,"Oh, no; because if you can sing at all—that is correctly, and without false notes—you must feel music and love it.",“‘You bet’ isn’t nice,” the child chid gently, and waited a moment before continuing. “My papa won’t let my mama work. He went to South America to get rich. When he comes back, he wrote in a letter to me, I shall be as rich as a princess.”.