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"But at the same time I must ask you to remember you are speaking of my wife.","For certain reasons!" said Sarby, evasively.,"Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry.",Elinor and Patricia were so occupied with the room that she almost escaped reproof, but Patricia, as she turned from admiring the stairway that wound up one side of the studio to a nook in the peaked roof above, caught a very knowing look on her little sister's face which was meant for Bruce, and she pounced on her immediately.,"Miss Lucy went out at about half-past seven, sir," said the footman.,The boys laughed and Jerry called back, “Well, give it to the burro to sleep on then.”,Tom allowed a shade of amiability to creep into his tones as he said: "First time we ever shot these grounds, and we're kinder green on the ins and outs of 'em. We're drillin' fer water down in the Settlement. Lost our drill this mornin' and had to send across the lake fer a fishin' outfit, so thought we'd put in the time shootin' a bit.",They looked at her a minute, dropped reluctantly to the floor, and retired.,What I am, is just a poor foolish woman, who has a lot more heart than she can manage with the amount of brains she got with it at birth. I'm not any star in a rose-coloured sky, and I don't want to inspire anybody; it's too heavy an undertaking. I want to be a healthy, happy woman and a wife to a man who can inspire himself and manage me. I want to marry a thin man, and when I get to be thirty I want my husband to want me to be as large as Aunt Bettie, but not let me. An inspiration couldn't be fat, and I'm always in danger from hot cakes and chicken gravy.,"Not a bit. I'll run in to his dock tonight, an' tell him.",CHAPTER VIII LUCK RIDES THE STORM,"I declare, if it isn't half-past ten!" she exclaimed, as she snapped the blue enameled lid of her little watch. "My little girl ought to have been in bed an hour ago.".