All this was uttered with such rapidity that Ted could only standgazing at the buxom damsels

　　All this was uttered with such rapidity that Ted could only standgazing at the buxom damsels, who fixed their six blue eyes upon himso beseechingly that his native gallantry made it impossible to denythem a civil reply at least.

　　'Mrs Bhaer is not visible today--out just now, I believe; but you cansee the house and grounds if you like,' he murmured, falling back asthe four pressed in gazing rapturously about them.

　　'Oh, thank you! Sweet, pretty place I'm sure! That's where shewrites, ain't it? Do tell me if that's her picture! Looks just as Iimagined her!'

　　With these remarks the ladies paused before a fine engraving of theHon. Mrs Norton, with a pen in her hand and a rapt expression ofcountenance,moncler jackets women, likewise a diadem and pearl necklace.

　　Keeping his gravity with an effort, Teddy pointed to a very badportrait of Mrs Jo, which hung behind the door, and afforded her muchamusement, it was so dismal, in spite of a curious effect of lightupon the end of the nose and cheeks as red as the chair she sat in.

　　'This was taken for my mother; but it is not very good,' he said,enjoying the struggles of the girls not to look dismayed at the saddifference between the real and the ideal. The youngest, aged twelve,could not conceal her disappointment, and turned away, feeling as somany of us have felt when we discover that our idols are veryordinary men and women.

　　'I thought she'd be about sixteen and have her hair braided in twotails down her back. I don't care about seeing her now,' said thehonest child, walking off to the hall door,Discount UGG Boots, leaving her mother toapologize, and her sisters to declare that the bad portrait was'perfectly lovely, so speaking and poetic, you know, 'specially aboutthe brow',replica louis vuitton handbags.

　　'Come girls, we must be goin', if we want to get through today. Youcan leave your albums and have them sent when Mrs Bhaer has written asentiment in 'em. We are a thousand times obliged. Give our best loveto your ma, and tell her we are so sorry not to see her.' Just asMrs. Erastus Kingsbury Parmalee uttered the words her eye fell upona middle-aged woman in a large checked apron, with a handkerchieftied over her head, busily dusting an end room which looked like astudy.

　　'One peep at her sanctum since she is out,' cried the enthusiasticlady, and swept across the hall with her flock before Teddy couldwarn his mother, whose retreat had been cut off by the artist infront, the reporter at the back of the house--for he hadn't gone andthe ladies in the hall.

　　'They've got her!' thought Teddy, in comical dismay. 'No use for herto play housemaid since they've seen the portrait.'

　　Mrs Jo did her best,Moncler Outlet, and being a good actress, would have escaped ifthe fatal picture had not betrayed her. Mrs Parmalee paused at thedesk, and regardless of the meerschaum that lay there, the man'sslippers close by, and a pile of letters directed to 'Prof. F.

　　Bhaer', she clasped her hands, exclaiming impressively: 'Girls, thisis the spot where she wrote those sweet, those moral tales which havethrilled us to the soul! Could I--ah, could I take one morsel ofpaper, an old pen, a postage stamp even, as a memento of this giftedwoman?'