Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ... impatiently. Laurie flushed. "I beg your pardon; I didn't mean that, of course. Only, you know, your daughter and I are old friends, and you mustn't talk of gratitude for any little thing I do." "But there is one thing I wish," replied the old man, after an embarrassed moment. "I insist that you share the cottage with us." Elliott hesitated, wondering whether it would be judicious, and yielded. "Certainly I will," he said, "and glad to have the chance." Margaret was delighted at the appearance of the cottage, a tiny bungalow, deep-verandahed, standing amid a grove of China pines that rustled perpetually with a cooling murmur. The highway leading to it was more like a conservatory than a street. "You dear old papa!" she exclaimed, sitting down rapturously upon the steps, after having rushed through the building from front to rear, startling the dignified and spotless Chinese cook which they had inherited from the former tenants. "How good you are to get all this for me! It must have cost such a lot, too. Mr. Elliott says that houses up here cost two hundred dollars a month. You didn't pay all that, did you? Now we must be very economical, and we'll all work. I'm going to discharge that Chinaman." "You can't work. You'd scandalize the Peak," said Elliott. "I don't care anything for the Peak. I'm going to fire that Chinee first of all. I'm afraid of him, he looks so mysteriously solemn, as if he knew all sorts of Oriental poisons, and I never can learn pidgin-English. No, I'm going to cook, and I'll make you doughnuts and fried chicken and mashed potatoes and real American coffee and all the good old United States things that you haven't tasted for so long." "But yo...
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