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Peggy Parsons at Prep School

Chapter 7 MR. HUNTINGTON'S STORY

Word Count: 1708    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

g they wanted. I myself have not let the great estates of my ancestors slip through my fingers as the people

a delighted

k that no man would appear to be poor as I do, with none of the luxuries of life, and really be rich, for the common rule is the other way, isn't

parties and entertainments I was obliged to do all the planning and looking after her myself. Lovely as she was, and rich beyond the dreams of

e, "but that wasn't a very democratic way of looking at things, was it? Don't y

udulent means, it seemed to me. Finally he-borrowed a vast sum of money from a man down state-it was easy for anyone so safely connected with the Huntington family to borrow whatever he wanted-and this he sank in the well, which never amounted to anything and gave him no means of payi

n't you?" begged

though he never mentioned the transaction to me hi

might be realized in him. But when incidents like the one I just told you of began to happen frequently and any considerable sum of money I gave my daughter went also into the stupid oil proposition that never yielded any profits o

the complete loneliness the old man had endured for so many years-even the conduct of his disappointing son-in-law did not,

ht and would like an explanation. Peggy never stirred nor moved her eyes f

heard. He made no kind of defense whatever and-even then I-I was ashamed, but I knew right to be on my side and I felt very long-su

neymaker, but my son shall be trained to think of nothing but making money until the whole amount is ready to return to you. We shan't send you little dribbles,-not one cent until the entire amount is gotten together-oh, I know how much it is, I hav

why you were poor for so long?" questioned Kathe

smiled at the a

t of that beautiful, carefully brought-up girl, with so harrowing a responsibility on her shoulders was more than I could bear and I employed detective agents in a vain endeavor to find her and her boy. I myself searched everywhere in the east, but, will you believe me-never from the day she left my house to this-have I found one trace of her or been encouraged, in any way to hope that I should ever see her face again. Now do you begin to understand? Now can you think it natural, perhaps, that I should want to live as poorly a

iving, then, hasn't it? And I'm so glad, Mr. Huntington,

ad such a funny feeling. But someway I seem to be sure that Mr. Huntington will

ed away by the idea of being a prophetess. It would be nice if we could see the future," she added wistfully, "but I always

that the gift of prophecy was withheld from us in order that we might not see s

f sympathy with that point

its best to fight off the dusk, leaping up with spurting little flames and glowing fiercely red at its heart. But the purple and g

r us to go home, I suppose-oo-oo-out into all that cold after all this warmth! My hundred dollars, Mr. Huntington-I d

s wore," advised the old man, "then you'll never think a

mangiest bit of a fur collar, and I've been proud enough o

n the walk, and at the street they turned back and waved cheerily to the silhouetted figu

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“Excerpt: ...with scant sympathy, but with much merry appreciation of her snow-powdered face and its look of wondering appeal. Nevertheless, in spite of difficulties and delays, they had covered two meadows and a large open field without more stress of adventure than they found pleasant. All of a sudden Peggy pointed ahead. There, gleaming on before them, straight ahead and over the crest of a bit of rising ground, were the glistening snow-shoe marks of another explorer who had recently gone that way before them. The sun shone into the criss-cross pattern of the steps, which seemed to the girls to be both invitation and challenge. Katherine adapted the quotation, laughing. \"If I could leave behind me any such even tracks as that it might be worth while going on, but when you can't get the swing of it, Peggy, you can't keep warm, and while I want to learn, sometime, I think it wasn't born in me as it was in you, and it will need several practice attempts before I can be in your class at all. So I'm going back-for now-do you want to come, or are you going on-?\" Peggy looked back toward the familiar roofs of Andrews, and then she looked away out over the barren fields in their whiteness, new and untouched save for the gleaming snow-shoe tracks that called and called to her to be as adventurous as they. \"I guess I'll go on,\" she said, a hint of abandon in her voice. \"Well, good-by, hon,\" said Katherine, meekly taking her leave. \"I will get about as much more of this as I want going back, but I hope you have a nice time-and-and end up at tea somewhere just as we were going to.\" \"Tea by myself would be horrid,\" Peggy called after her. \"I won't be long, but I just must have some more, I love it so.\" Then she turned her face to the snow-shoe tracks, and with a little gay song on her lips took up their trail. \"I'm Robinson Crusoe,\" she told herself blithely, \"and these tracks are the good man Friday's. And we are the...”
1 Chapter 1 THE SERENADE2 Chapter 2 BEING A BELLE3 Chapter 3 A BACON BAT4 Chapter 4 THE INSIDE OF GLOOMY HOUSE5 Chapter 5 MANAGING MRS. FOREST6 Chapter 6 THE BEAN AUCTION7 Chapter 7 MR. HUNTINGTON'S STORY8 Chapter 8 CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS9 Chapter 9 THE FORTUNE TELLER10 Chapter 10 MISS ROBINSON CRUSOE11 Chapter 11 THE INITIAL H12 Chapter 12 THE MEETING13 Chapter 13 SPRING AND ANNAPOLIS14 Chapter 14 WATER-SPRITES15 Chapter 15 PARSONS COURT