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good luck playwin and I saw Jack when he was carrying it along the street. When he met me, Wait till the clouds roll by.”,"I wonder what they are like, and if they'll like us," mused Elinor, her gaze on the fire that was snapping on the hearth in Miss Jinny's room where the sewing was being done.,"I think I'd like to see myself in a regular evening gown," she say, wistfully.,“It certainly has,” said Mr. Whitney, “and it seems to me that my thanks are due to everybody. I was away endeavoring to arrange for a detachment of troops to come here and protect the project from just what was about to happen. The trouble at Columbus mixed things up so that they could not give me any definite promise and I thought it best to stick around until I knew what could be expected. I believed that nothing could happen up here so quickly—it was my mistake. But you chaps have made it all right for me. I want to thank you all!”,It has taken a long time to describe the things that had happened to Bob since he heard Jerry’s predicament in the office, yet the actual time it had taken him to get Mr. Whitney to the scene of action was hardly a handful of minutes. This was proved by the fact that Bob had a confused belief that halfway back on the little engine he had seen Jerry on his way to find Mr. Whitney. These thoughts mingled in his brain as he followed his Chief to the temporary spillway.，“Git in there, an’ no nonsense,” ordered Moses, who was chafing at the delay.，"But who are they? and where?" demands the agent, completely taken aback.，"Pray for me!" says he, in a low tone, pressing her hand. So on her knees, in a subdued voice, sad but earnest, she repeats what prayers she can remember out of the grand Service that belongs to us. One or two sentences from the Litany come to her; and then some words rise from her own heart, and she puts up a passionate supplication to heaven that the passing soul beside her, however erring, may reach some haven where rest remaineth!"Isn't it jolly—to be here in a real Academy of Fine Arts, just like all the famous artists when they were young and unknown? Doesn't it make you feel all excited and quivery, Norn?" asked Patricia, as she fitted her key into the narrow gray locker with an air of huge enjoyment. "I don't see how you can look so cool. You are as calm and refrigerated as a piece of the North Pole."

“Awfully busy. Tonight we are going out fishing.”,From the farther end of the hall came the query: “Is he here? Is Johnny Blossom here?”,One hot noontide he and Eric lay on the wharf in the baking sunshine. It was not Pilot Taraldsen’s wharf near the house, but the old wharf beyond the woods.,“Shade of Beelzebub! Where did you spring from?” shouted the astonished man.,"Oh, yes, thank you," says Mona, who is both surprised and carried away by the other's unexpected eloquence.,"We are not so altogether murderous as you seem to think," says Mona, half apologetically.,"And where is Mr. Sarby?" asked the inspector, as they turned to leave the room.,"Oh, Mona, if you could only know how wretched I was all last night," he says; "I never put in such a bad time in my life.",And witty to talk with,,"Why did she not come in?" asked Jen, coldly, for he did not feel very amiably disposed toward the widow.,"Be more explicit, man," he said sternly. "What do you mean by Mrs. Dallas' place? The house or the grounds?","Of the last time I heard any one sing," returns he, slowly. "I was comparing that singer very unfavorably with you. Your voice is so unlike what one usually hears in drawing-rooms.".