A part of the power of Miss Montgomery—and the largest part—is due to her skill in compounding humor and pathos.

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"Oh, I guess so. But do you think Max has really fallen in love with her?"

"Miss Charlotte is laughing at us. I suppose she thinks we are awfully silly to be talking about beaux."

"She must be invited. People would talk so if she wasn't."

When the singing ceased Malcolm's stern-faced son reached over and shook Robert's hands.

I rose and searched the house. She was not in it. I did not know where to seek her; but, at a venture, I started along the shore.

She had not mentioned his name for years. I thought she had forgotten all about him.

"The outward, wayward life we see
The hidden springs we may not know."

"Sara, why don't you like Lige? I'm sure he is a model young man."

"Get you gone, I say! And you need not bring my mail here any longer. I want no more of your misshapen body and lying tongue!"

"You are one of the very nicest old folks I know, Stephen. Yes, you are a ripping good fellow!"

"With his whiskers sticking out every which way, and his hair ditto," interjected the graceless Eben.

Naomi drew her own hair over her lips, and kissed it.

I went up to my dearie's room, all pale and shaking. When I went in she came to meet me, like a girl going to meet death.

"Pleas'm, there's a breed girl out on the verandah and she's asking for Miss Blair."