Molly Brown's Orchard Home

e girls, and arrangements were made with the artist and his wife to have it turn

other, while Molly and Judy, to their unbounded delight, were to sleep in a balcony that ran across one end of the studio. The Marquise d'Ochtè explained t

"Now this is my advice for the conducting of your ménage, Milly, but I am not like Henny Pace to get riled if you do not take it. Get your own breakfast, which is a simple matter in France, having fresh rolls and butter sent in every

ving to slave over housekeeping. The way for foreigners to become acquainted with Paris is to see the restaurants, and there are so many you need not get tired of the cook

n enjoyed as gas was a luxury not as a rule afforded in Bohemia. The floor was of octagonal, terra cotta tiles and there was a high mullioned window over the infinitesimal sink. Long

stunt with students to make something like this. Mr. Bent has long ago outgrown it as a studio furnishing and will have nothing short of mahogany around him, but it is too roomy and use

y deep, rich tone and Judy

ith light all through them. Some day I am going to make a press just like th

he indoor studio balcony, where Judy and Molly were to sleep, had a long casement that opened on a tiny iron balcony which overhung the court. There were

he balcony and holding out her arms to the tubbed

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n the balcony to see what was going on. She and Mr. Kinsella applauded loudly until the windows of the two other balco

at are you and Pierce doing her

that is for rent. And what

tree, sir! At least, it will be ours

concierge immediately. Such neighbors as these would make the meanest studio desirable

or Mrs. Huntington's acquiescence in any arrangements he saw fit to bring about for her daughter. She had really washed her hands of the matter, and had given him to understand that since he had interfered and insisted upon Elise's having a chance to go on with her much interrupted art studies, he could go ahead and place her where he chose. For her part, she declared, it made no difference on

ach other only in picture galleries or on the delightful jaunts that the whole crowd took. The Maison Pace was not a very pleasant place to make a call, as there was always a bunch of snuffy old maids huddled together in the parlor, knitting sh

it until their friends were installed in their own apartment. That longed-for time arrived quickly enough for Molly and her mother, who were sight-seeing in a mo

fair, who, when her mother noticed she lagged behind and asked her if

the eagle eye of Mrs. Pace upon us. We are looking forward to the time when we shall be in our own apartment, where we need not dress for dinner unless we have a mind to. My Cousin Philippe d'Ochtè declares that already my moth

iging and courteous, and so far no one has been the least rude to us. The old maids in our pension have many tales to tell of the encounters they have had with impertinent men, and one lady declares that she ne

ippe is going to see that I am put in the proper class in French Lit. at the Sorbonne where he has obtained a

s already beginning to look like a house. The rough stone chimneys and foundat

had with my mother for five years and the first one she has spent away from all of her other c

things she was doing and seeing. "I know he is not thinking of me at all and I am a goose to waste any sentiment on him. I have never had a single letter from him I could not show mother and Judy. When Judy gets a letter from Kent she never shows it to us,

blue, blue eyes, and looking into it as though he were crystal-gazing, he shook his head mournfully and said: "Ah, Molly, you little know how you hurt me! And still, what right have I to expect anything else from you? I see you n

Molly instead of this disgusting foreigner, who won't know how to appreciate her--But what an ass I am! I don't k

telepathy that I always think of it as 'Molly Brown's Orchard Home.' I was a fool to take Mrs.

ege groaned aloud. His housekeeper, who was bringing in h

chtomic ache ye

I am glad to see my tea. 'The beverage which chee

, schmokin' all the time an' brroodin' over the fire is not good for a you

d its existence. She started to put it in the waste basket, but the professor noticed the action, being, like most scholars, impatient of having his books and papers touched. In fac

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brring to me mind the swate eyes o' Miss Molly Brown, the saints protict her" and she handed the stray piece of thin, b

ng to keep from going and I hope the scheme has fallen through. You have told me so much of the wonderful forest and the walk from Fontainebleau to Barbizon that I am hoping

to Mrs. Brady was a little higher up than his stomach, had entirely disappeared. He was no longer jealous of "any little, black, dried-up Frenchman." That is the way he th

e. I am feeling so much better, I am going to take your advice

arefully in his breast pocket, (right over the spot of the vanished pain!) and went for one of his f

schription in that bit o' blue paaperr I was ahfter destroyin' that was the pain-killer this toime for the

rame of mind, happy and tired; but he was not too tired to write to