With a stubby thumb he now pushed up the outer ends of the heavy brows as if to heighten the power of his vision for this cherished spectacle.
"I seem to recognize the lad," he murmured as if in privacy to his own hairy ears.

"Surely I've seen the rascal about the place, perhaps helping Nathan at the stable; but that lovely little girl--I've not had the pleasure of meeting her before.

Come, sissy"-- he held out blandishing arms--"come here, Totte, and give the old man a kiss." Could hate destroy, these had been the dying words of Sharon Whipple.
But the Wilbur twin could manage only a sidelong glare insufficient to slay.

His brother giggled until he saw that he made merry alone.
"What?
Bless my soul, the minx is sulky!" roared the wit.
The other Whipple intervened.
"What was our pride and our joy bent upon this time ?" he suavely demanded.

"I take it you've thwarted her in some new plot against the public tranquillity." "The young person you indicate," said Juliana, "was about to leave her home forever--going out to live her own life away from these distasteful surroundings." "So soon?
We should be proud of her! At that tender age, going out to make a name for herself!" "I gather from this very intelligent young gentleman here that she had made the name for herself before even starting." "It was Ben Blunt," remarked the young gentleman, helpfully.
"Hey!" Sharon Whipple affected dismay.