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She broke off suddenly at the swift remembrance of that futile search for health that had led the gentle Mrs. Carson to her grave in far-away Florence. She caught his hand under the table in a quick squeeze, while Elinor hurried into comparisons that claimed Judith's and Tom's close attention.,What his real name was nobody knew, but he said that he was called Battersea, after the parish in which he had been reared as a foundling.,"Dad says not," the other boy replied.,“How did the harvesting of Aunt Grenertsen’s apples go this afternoon?” asked Mother.,“But those that were bruised you said we might eat, and we have done that,” said Johnny Blossom, frankly and virtuously.,"Yes," she said softly. "I know him perhaps better than most folks do. I am not surprised that he can handle these dogs, Mr. Hinter.",“Yer a reglar Mis’ Barnum,” he praised. Whereupon the enterprising program-maker began to devise new and more wonderful side-shows for her admirer.,"On'y watchin', miss, to see what they'd do," confesses he, shifting from one foot to the other, and growing palpably confused beneath her searching gaze.,As fits the solemn Christmas-tide.",“Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly.,It is the 20th of February; already winter is dying out of mind, and little flowers are springing everywhere.,I understand now why Judge Wade has had so many women martyr themselves over him and live unhappily ever afterward, as everybody says Henrietta Mason is doing. He's a very inspiring man, and he fairly bristles with fascinations. Some men are what you call taking, and they take you if they want you, while others are drawing, and after you are drawn to them they will consider the question of taking you. The judge is like that..