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And Tom, extremely red in the face, tried to duck away, but found
himself instead in front of the longest table, with everybody looking
at him. And he mumbled out a few words and bobbed his head. And every
one was just as well pleased. And then they gave cheer on cheer for the
earl, and as many more for his oldest grandson. And then the little old
earl raised his hand and said, "And now, my men, give a rousing good
one for my dear American friends!"
And didn't they do it!
And on the following morning, the old hall, with its towers and its
wings, had only the memory of the happy week to sustain it.
* * * * *
Jasper ran up to Polly on the deck. "We ought to go," he said, "the
order has been given to leave the steamer."
"Yes, Polly," said Mother Fisher, "we must go, child."
"Give my love to dear Grandma Bascom," said Polly, for about the
fiftieth time. "Oh, Mrs. Henderson, and don't forget to take over the
new cap just as soon as you can, will you?"
"I won't forget," promised the parson's wife.
"And take mine to my dear Mrs. Beebe," begged Phronsie, twitching
gently at Mrs. Henderson's sleeve, "and tell her I got pink ribbon
because I know she loves that best."
"I won't forget," said Mrs. Henderson, again.
"Oh, and give the big handkerchief to my dear Mr. Beebe," said
Phronsie, "please, Mrs. Henderson, to tie his throat up in, because,
you know, he says it gets so cold when he goes out.
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