, but there was plenty of skating, and the boys were off every
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sensible, for her pug and
I were rubbed and scrubbed within an inch of our lives, and had to go
for such long walks that I got thoroughly sick of them. A woman, whom
the
servants called Trotsey, came every morning, and took the pug and me
by our chains, and sometimes another dog or two, and took us for long
tramps in quiet
streets. That was Trotsey's business, to walk dogs, and Miss Ball got
a great many fashionable young ladies who could not exercise their
dogs, to let Trotsey have them, and they said that it made a great
difference in the health and
appearance of their pets. Trotsey got fifteen cents an hour for a
dog. Goodness, what appetites those walks gave us, and didn't we make
the dog biscuits disappear? But it was a slow
life at Miss
Ball's. We only saw her for a little while every day. She slept till
noon. After lunch she played with us for a little while
in the greenhouse, then she was off driving or visiting, and in the
evening she always had company, or went to a dance, or to the
theatre. I soon made up my mind that I'd run away. I jumped out of a
window one
fine morning, and ran hom
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ting to he
by Wisneski Stierwalt
With the scarlet backing flaming in the face of
the glorious summer
afternoon, near the very spot upon which the great battles
for Reform had been fought out in the past, and in place of England's
sturdy freeman making his historic appeal for justice, and admission
to the Commons--a girl pouring out this stream of vigorous English,
upholding the cause her family had stood for. Her voice failed
her a little towards the close, or rather it did not so much fail as
betray
to any sensitive listener the degree of strain she put upon it to
make it carry above laughter
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another time, to guard against h
by Narvaez Keisacker
The Dutch were the laughing-stock of polite Europe. They were
butter-firkins,
swillers of beer and schnapps, and their _vrouws_ from whom Holbein
painted the all but loveliest of Madonnas, Rembrandt
the graceful girl who sits immortal on his knee in Dresden, and Rubens
his abounding
goddesses, were the synonyms of clumsy vulgarity.
Even so late as Irving the ships of the greatest navigators in the
world were represented as sailing equally well stern-foremost. That
the
aristocratic Venetians should have "Riveted with gigantic
piles Thorough the center their new catched
miles" was heroic.
But the far more marvelous achievement of the Dutch
in the same kind was ludicrous even to republican Marvell. Meanwhile,
during that very century of scorn, they were the
best artists, sailors,
merchants, bankers, printers, scholars, jurisconsults, and statesmen
in Europe, and the genius of Motley has revealed
them to us, earning a right to themselves by the most heroic
struggle in
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morning star, which a
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applied to the conquering strangers, so to this day the custom has
continued. A recent
traveler tells us, "Among _Los Indios del Campo_, or Indians of the
fields, the llama herdsmen of the _punas_,
and the fishermen
of the lakes, the common salutation to strangers
of a fair skin and blue eyes is '_Tai-tai Viracocha_.'"[1] Even if
this is used now, as M. Wiener seems to think,[2] merely as a servile
flattery, there is no doubt but that at the beginning
it was applied because the white strangers were identified with the
white and bearded hero and his followers of their culture myth, whose
return
had been foretold by their priests. [Footnote 1:
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