I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success — John Shaqi
I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
Jim was not allowed to suffer the least embarrassment; for immediately
on his entrance Mrs. Morris arose, and coming toward him with a pleasant
smile and kindly salutation, thanked him so heartily for the present he
had sent to her, and talked so familiarly with him about his home and
his garden, that he felt as much freedom as though he had been long
acquainted.
'I regret exceedingly,' said Mrs. Morris, 'that I have nothing to offer
you in return for such beautiful fruit; but you must not refuse to taste
some of my cake. Susie, lay down your flowers, if you can part with them
so long, and hand that plate to our young visitor.'
Susie did at once as she was bidden: but she looked so very serious
about it, and walked so very slowly, that Jim would just at that moment
have preferred being in the boat by the side of Sam. She came directly
towards him with the silver plate in her hand, and some rich-looking
cake lying on it; so he had no alternative but to step towards her, and
in the politest manner he could, select a piece. His attention was, of
necessity, directed to the plate; but he could not help giving a glance
at other things. And indeed, Jim, you are not to blame for blushing as
you did, when you encountered the gaze of those sweet blue eyes, which,
in all the unaffected simplicity of youth, were fastened upon you. Her
golden-colored hair, parted smoothly from the fair forehead, and hung in
such a cluster of curls upon her snow-white neck--the rich color that
painted her parting lips, just tinged with the slightest blush her
dimpled cheek. She meant nothing by her gaze; it was only the expression
of an innocent curiosity in reference to the young gentleman she was
waiting upon. His clothes, to be sure, were coarse, and such as well
became the work in which he was engaged; but his collar was very white,
and neatly tied with a black ribbon; and his light-brown hair, so soft
and silky; his fair complexion, his pleasant voice, and good manners,
all made a contrast which she did not understand; and it would seem that
some of the company present, much older than Susie, were equally
surprised.
'What a fine, manly-looking boy! and how well he behaves,' said Mrs.
Morris, as soon as Jim had retired, to an elderly lady richly dressed,
and who, from the peculiar glance she gave to another lady much younger
than herself, while Mrs. Morris and Susie were paying so much attention
to our Jim, felt anything but satisfied at the scene.
'I say, aunt, what a fine little fellow that is!'
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