The Landlord at Lions Head — Volume 1 by William Dean Howells
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page 48 of 183 (26%)
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"And Cynthia? Is Cynthia at home?" Westover asked. "Yes; they're all down in the little wood-colored house yet. Cynthia teaches winters, and summers she helps mother. She has charge of the dining-room." "Does Franky cry as much as ever?" "No, Frank's a fine boy. He's in the house, too. Kind of bell-boy." "And you haven't worked Mr. Whitwell in anywhere?" "Well, he talks to the ladies, and takes parties of 'em mountain-climbing. I guess we couldn't get along without Mr. Whitwell. He talks religion to 'em." He cast a mocking glance at Westover over his shoulder. "Women seem to like religion, whether they belong to church or not." Westover laughed and asked: "And Fox? How's Fox?" "Well," said Jeff, "we had to give Fox away. He was always cross with the boarders' children. My brother was on from Colorado, and he took Fox back with him." "I didn't suppose," said Westover, "that I should have been sorry to miss Fox. But I guess I shall be." Jeff seemed to enjoy the implication of his words. "He wasn't a bad dog. He was stupid." |
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