Molly Brown's Orchard Home

ey had waved their handkerchiefs until the dock at Hoboken was nothing more than a blur to them and they

ip. Jimmy Lufton, of course, just to show that there was no hard feeling, as he whispered to Molly, was there, also, doing everything for their comfort; finding their luggage; engaging th

es before sailing, but he had managed to get

hearing her read poetry with that wonderful voice! He tells me she is the most remarkable reader he has ever known. I am too fond of old Ed to hate him, otherwise I sho

our lives, but we have always felt that we would like it beyond anything, and that liking it so much would keep us from being harmed by it," Molly had answered, a little chagr

er came aboard. Their devotion to Molly was so apparent that they won Mrs. Brown's heart at once, an

s disappointment in having to go on with his duties for the time being at least. Molly had not had a chance to open and read the steamer letter he had wri

nating to these two women who had done so little traveling, that they cou

e you know exactly how I feel and I know how you feel. The idea of our being seasick! Richard Blount sent some remedy to the steamer for us, just in cas

r. "I suspect it is incumbent upon us to go read our letters now, but I must say I do not want to miss one moment on deck during our entire voyage. I f

r college mates. Then she discovered a thoroughly characteristic note from Aunt Clay, dry and dictatorial but enclosing a check for

to send a pleasant message with the check! Now all the fun o

s she seems. I know she intended this check as a kind of peace offering to

the cabin, even if that black-eyed man over there with the p

t high, and was very busy opening the messages, making notes on them as he read. He was an interesting looking man with dark, fathomless eyes, swarthy complexion and iron gray hair, but he bore a youthful look that made one feel he had not the right

be sure! She laughed aloud over his wanting to throw Rosetti at the girl and blushed with pleasure at the compliment to her reading of the blessed Damozel, for well she knew whom he had in mind. His praise of Me

essor Green has as much right to make friends as I have, and I intend to know as many people and like as many as I can

looking up, she surprised a furtive tear in her mother's eye. Mrs. Brown was reading a letter from her marrie

and staterooms to hunt up their letters and belongings and ge

ever see so many strange people? I don't believe we ever shall know any of

ll come to know most of the passengers and no doubt will find many charming persons r

de a hasty survey of the crowd and came rapidly

set on the water that is just screaming out to be looked at. As for that w

ou forget the wireless," answered the uncle, looking fondly at the enthusiastic youn

apron? That is what that old wireless telegraphy reminds me of," laughed the young man, showing all his perfect

hese telegrams off, I am going to show you how skittish I can be and forget all about business.

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I'm no lon

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to his own

em with a friendly glance and the uncle smiled another of his rare smiles, which made the ladies from Kentucky feel that the ocean was not going to be such

em to have a kind of proprietary air. Now that young man wanted to bulldoze his uncle into coming when-when--" Molly stopped suddenly, realizing that the two me

e is always doing it. Now I should much rather come on deck when the sun is down and s

lor, but of being coerced into looking at it. She likes to be the discove

did not really mean much of anything

and all of you have simply got to look at it." Turning to Molly, "You can h

steamer friends. Everyone must make up his or her mind to be ready to make friends on a steamer or to have a very stupid, lonesome crossing. Mrs. Brown and Molly were both too sociable and friendly to

be at the captain's

?" asked Molly. "I don't know myself wh

hailed from and decided that Miss Molly Brown of Kentucky sounded kind of cheerful. And when I knew there was a Mrs. Brown along, too, I decided that Miss Molly Brown was young enough to have a mother along and the mother was young enough to be along, and you were more than likely a p

e privilege of putting someone else in with us, and as the steamer is quite full, of course we had expected to have a roommate. We hated the thought of it, too, but it was so much less expensive. And Mother and I hoped t

tateroom on board. Uncle tried to get it b

oung man of Mrs. Brown, who had been conversing with Mr.

the first time. In fact, we are really seeing the ocean for the first time and do not know how

the ocean for the first time! I almost wish I had

ean. She kept it up so long that I began to feel like a 'po' nigger at a frolic', so I retaliated by asking her if she had ever b

own estimation and need a good taking down every now and then. They are often more provincial th

of the wind, where they could see the sun set and the moon rise, get out of the way of the smokestacks, the fog horn and the whistle, and at the same time be in a good locality to see everything that was going on

he saw to it, we would go abroad standing up or sitting on the floor! He tagged our chairs, too, as our names were on the backs only. He sa

me of a chat. Oh, Miss Brown, how lovely your mother is! I want to paint her; but I should have to put you in the picture,

picture?" laughed Molly, delighted by the praise of her beloved mother. "But can you paint? I h

reat painter. That sounds conceited, but it is not. I have talent and there is no use in being mealy-mouthed over it. To be a great painter means work, work, work; and I am prepared to do that

looking at two ladies who had just come on deck, followed by a maid carrying rugs and cushions. The ladies were a very handsome mother and daughter, although the mother appeared too young to have such a

g toward the railing where the ever handy-m

r hand on the back of the nearest chair, said in a cold and haughty tone to the maid:

" said Molly. "But we are not going to use them until after

to the steward if you cannot find your chairs, young woman; these are mine, engaged and paid for." With that, she prepared

reat; but she remembered Jimmy Lufton's remark about "chair hogs" and a joking promise she had made him to stand up for her mother if not for hersel

t you are quite welcome to them until after dinner. If you have any doubt about it, you will find our names on the backs; but to

ky.' If you are not going to use the chairs until after dinner, my daughter and I will just stay in them until other arrangements can be made. These sma

ntirely imaginary," answered the daughter rudely. "Mother, this is Mr. Kinsella, whom

ve been working in the same costume class at the League. I did not dream she was

untington looked as though she, too, were seeing ghosts. She shrank back in her down pillows and her face became pinched and pa

d you be Tom Kinsella's son?

his nephew; my uncle has never married. Did you know my uncle? He is on board and I know woul

, at least, for although Mrs. Huntington was beautiful, too, Molly felt no leaning toward her. Mother and daughter looked enough alike to make it not difficult to guess the relationship at the first glance; but the more one saw of them, the fainter grew the resemblance. The older woman was smaller, fairer and plumper

have heard of you. Aren't you Julia Kean's 'Molly'?"

y Judy! You must have met her at the League

u see a memory sketch she did for the final exhibition at the League? It was a tall girl in black standing up singing and a beautiful red-headed girl in diaphanous blue playing an accompaniment on a guitar, with a background of holly and a g

was wonderfully clever. Miss Kean got a splendid

s singing 'The Mistletoe Bough.' I remember Judy sat opposite us and I almost laughed out because she kept making pictures in the air with her thumb, which is a habit of hers

ic Pierce. "Of course I am going the

one big shop, and when she has bought all the clothes we are supposed not to be able to be decent without, we have to go on. I am going to work while she shops. Thank g

aloon and the growing darkness prevented Molly from seeing the resentment on the fac

to her mother? There is no telling what provocation she has, though. Her mother was certainly not h

er's side and they made their