Boston Neighbours In Town and OutPoor, Agnes Blake
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Boston Neighbours In Town and Out
Poor, Agnes Blake
Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
We were doubtful as to these happy results. We could all admire Willie
Williams for standing up so gallantly for his wife, but we did not like
her any the better for being so successfully stood up for, and we felt
that we could never forget the unpleasant sensation he had given us. It
took a long course of seeing him in his old shape and presentment among
us--working in the same flamboyant clothes, at paintings as execrable as
ever; with the same lisp, and the same trip and jerk, and the same easy
good nature, and trifling enthusiasms--to forget that he had ever
inspired us with actual fear, and might again, though he never has. We
came also, in course of time, to like Loulou better, though it was
rather galling to see how little she heeded the matter that cost us all
so much remorse; but she lost her reserve in great measure as her
children grew healthier and more like other people's. I think the
hatchet was fairly buried for good and all when, in another year, she
had another baby, a splendid boy weighing nine pounds and three
quarters, at whose birth more enthusiasm was manifested in Babyland than
on any similar occasion before, and who was loaded with the most
beautiful presents, one in particular from Minnie Mason, who was much
better, for her recovery of health dates from that sudden incursion into
our Tolstoi Club, and the shock it gave her.
I should have said as to that, that after the men had left us Blanche
Livermore exclaimed, "Well, girls, I think we are pretty sufficiently
crushed!"
This was generous of Blanche, when she was the only one among us who had
ever expressed any incredulity as to the "Russian novel," as we called
it. "The fact is," she went on, "I have come to the conclusion that we
have not yet advanced to the realistic period here; we are living in the
realms of the ideal; and, what is worse, I fear I am so benighted that I
like it best; don't you?" And, encouraged by an inarticulate but
affirmatory murmur from all of us, she proceeded:
"Let us all agree to settle down contentedly behind the age in our
provinciality; and, that we may keep so, let us cut the realists in
fiction, and take up something they don't approve of. I vote that we
devote the rest of the season to a good thorough course of Walter
Scott!"
And so we did.
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A LITTLE FOOL
"What, my dear Marian! And do you really and truly mean to say you
thought of taking the girl without going to ask her character!"
"There are so many difficulties about it. You see, she lived last with
Mrs. Donald Craighead for two years, and that would be quite enough for
a character. They all went abroad in a great hurry on account of Mr.
Craighead's health, and Mrs. Craighead promised to give her one, but
forgot it, and she couldn't bear to bother them when they were all in
such trouble. I know myself that all that about them is true."
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