. Partners. edthe pattern on the clasps, and countedthe pages. It was an exciting, indeedan exhausting afternoon. Sally Goodrich came in at dusk tohave a look at the album, the story of 47 PARTNERS which had of course, reached her earlierin the day. She was a little conde-scending at first, but its magnificenceoverpowered her, and she confessed thatthat it was far handsomer than herown. She said that she presumed theperson it was for would be real pleased?But the mother or daughter were notflattered into giving information. Theywere impatient to be alone, that theymight compose the letter whic
. Partners. edthe pattern on the clasps, and countedthe pages. It was an exciting, indeedan exhausting afternoon. Sally Goodrich came in at dusk tohave a look at the album, the story of 47 PARTNERS which had of course, reached her earlierin the day. She was a little conde-scending at first, but its magnificenceoverpowered her, and she confessed thatthat it was far handsomer than herown. She said that she presumed theperson it was for would be real pleased?But the mother or daughter were notflattered into giving information. Theywere impatient to be alone, that theymight compose the letter which was toaccompany the gift. They did not, however, get at it untilafter tea; when they did, Mrs. Gedgecould not easily resign the idea of Hunter is not a poetical name. . Mrs. Gedge began: This album, sir, I send to you—To say your friends are always true;We hope youll use it, Mr. Hunter,And—and Mandy! cant you think of any-thing that goes with Hunter? X m> D > H 0 Z HI m > r CD c. PARTNERS I cannot, Amanda said, despair-ingly; try not putting it at the end. They turned Mr. Hunter round andround and back and forth, for nearlyan hour, before Mrs. Gedge gave up anddevoted herself to the sober prose of aletter. It was half past nine when itwas finished, and the writer went to bedweary, happy, and appalled at the late-ness of the hour. Amanda, before shegot to bed herself, tucked the album upin its box under a sheet of tissue-paper,as tenderly as though it were a baby. Itlay on the table at Mrs. Gedges bedside,and when Amanda rose the next morn-ing, she found her mother awake andanxious for a look at it. I cant wait till I get dressed, theold postmistress said, her eyes, underthe full rufHe of her nightcap, brightwith excited pride. It was hard to part with the beautifulthing, but it had to go on the noon stage,and the letter, full of respectful assur- 49 PARTNERS ances of regard, went with it. How thethoughts of the contented donors fol-lowed each step of i
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