Molly Brown's Orchard Home

e court in great style. How beautiful it was! The soft color of the stone walls blended with the formal box bushes and tubs of oleanders; here and there a wrought-i

and wondered if she would ever know the inmates wel

s and least formal of hostesses and taken imm

And Molly in my own blue! Ah, child, for the first time in my life I tremble for the affections of my Jean! There is something about the combination of that particular blue with red hair tha

eat salon and we feel more at home in the smaller room; a

bowed low as they entered and stood aside, while the

closely cut, pointed beard. His hair was iron gray, thick and rather bushy. His manner was very cordial

hin, big honest mouth and perfect teeth. The d'Ochtè family certainly made a wonderfully fine looking trio. The marchioness was radiant in black velvet and diamonds, her neck and arms beautiful and white, her abundant hair parted in the middle and done in a loose knot on h

established immediately

, Judy, who in spite of Mrs. Pace's fears that she might get herself up in "paint rags," was most artistically gowned in old-rose messaline. "It is more pleasure than

given me a character?" exclaimed Judy. "Must I be a

e do not have the chance to meet many American girls and they do not, as a rule, care to meet

have longed to meet some of my cousins and to hear more of the Kentucky stories, and of Chatsworth and the Carmichael place. Does Cousin Sarah Carmichael, Mrs. Clay, I b

m Aunt Sarah Carmichael. You see we were both named for her and Sarah naturally expected an equal division if not the 'biggest piece of cake,' and when the whole fifty thousand came to me, it was a sad blow to Sarah. But she was quite comforta

o Sarahs had always been at daggers drawn. Her sister was much older than Sally Bolling and had always

to grow. Trees are one of the things that improve with age. I hope you will come to Kentucky

ngue sounds to me, Cousin Mildred. You say 'kin' just as my mother does and as I do. I am laughed at by my E

manger. The marquis gave his arm to Mrs. Brown; Judy fell to the share of the hand

had a daughter just like you. I think your mother might spare you to me.

e economical if there had been only half of us, three children and a half instead of seven. I was a tiny little girl, but I can remember how I crawled under the table I was so scared. I had never seen mother get

py hours playing with your dear mother; but Sarah never lost a chance to rub it in on me that I was in a measure a dependent. As a child it would cut me to the quick; but as I got older and made my visits at Cousin George's, I would retaliate by making game of my older cousin; and no one can abide being made fun of. I tell you I gave her tit for tat and usually came out ahead. But we

tion. Such a wonderful gravy with a character all its own. She remembered what Edwin Green had told her of the Frenchman who was visiting America. When asked his impressions of the country, he had said: "America is a country with a thousand different religions and one

ousin Mollee is having all to

nce her cousin wanted to know, and of course in her

hef d'[oe]uvre of my chef. You notice the butler, Jules, has left the room. Pourquoi does he go? He cannot wait to tell Gaston, the chef, that Madame's cousin from across th

ng to see over the shoulder of Jules th

as looked upon with greater reverence than being asked to have tea with the President. But has she not learned from Aunt Mary, that dear old colored woman

read, Molly! If you can, I'll make the Bents move out of their studio to-morrow so you can move in. And I'll come to live wit

ay to Molly, when she was a little girl, 'Ef you wan' ter know how ter make bread, you have ter begin at de beginnin'. Now yeast is de fust an' maindest thing and tater yeas

" sighed Philippe. "Am I to have some of

Tell us, Cousin Sally, about the studio in the Rue Brea. Can we get it?

absence. I am going to take you and your mother and Miss Kean, if she can come, to see the place to-morr

d gave a merry laugh. "I know just what you are doing, Milly; you are thinking in d

means. We are so grateful to you, Sally, and I am sure it will suit," said Mrs. Brown, blushing

where he had been studying forestry after his course at the Sorbonne. The marquis and marchioness had many questions to ask Mrs. B

ove for wraps and gloves, but Philippe stopped his mother long enough to embrace her and whisper in her ear: "Both of them are jewels and I can't tell which on