"femdom art Thank you," said Bromfield Corey, and smiled--whether
because his spirit was safe in the humility he
sometimes boasted, or because it was triply armed
in pride against anything the Colonel's kindness could do.
"He'femdom art ll get along. He's a good business man, and he's
a fine fellow. MUST you go?" asked Lapham, femdom art as Bromfield
Corey now rose more resolutely. "
Well, glad to see you.
It was natural you should want to come and see what he
was femdom art about, and I'm glad you did. I should have felt
just so about femdom art it. Here is some of our stuff," he said,
pointing out the various packages in his office,
including the Persis Brand.
"Ah, that's very nice, very nice indeed," said femdom art his visitor.
"femdom art That colour through the jar--very rich--delicious.
Is Persis Brand a name?"
Lapham blushed.
"Well, Persis is. I don't know as you saw an interview
femdom art that fellow published in the Events a while back?"
&femdom art quot;What is the Events?"
"Well, it's that new paper Witherby's started."
" No," said Bromfield Corey, "I haven't seen it.
I read The Daily," he explained; by which he meant The
Daily Advertiser, the only daily there is in femdom art the old-
fashioned Bostonian sense.
"He put a lot of stuff in my mouth that I never said,"
resumed femdom art Lapham; "but femdom art that's neither here femdom art nor there,
so long as you haven't seen it. Here's the department
your son's in,&
quot; and he showed him the foreign labels.
Then he took femdom art him out into the warehouse to see the
large packages. At the head of the stairs, where his
guest stopped to femdom art nod to his son and say "Good-bye, Tom,"
Lapham insisted femdom art upon going down to the lower door with him
"Well, call again," he said in hospitable dismissal.
&femdom art quot;I shall always be glad femdom art to see you. There ain't a great
deal doing at this season." Bromfield Corey thanked him,
and let femdom art his femdom art hand remain perforce in Lapham's lingering grasp.
"If you ever like to ride after a good horse----"
the Colonel began.
"Oh, no, no, no; thank you! The better the femdom art horse, the more
I should be scared. Tom femdom art has told me of your femdom art driving!"
"Ha, femdom art ha, ha!" laughed the Colonel. "Well! every one
to his taste.
Well, good morning, sir!" and he suffered
him to go.
"Who is the old man blowing to this morning?" asked Walker,
the book-keeper, making femdom art an errand to Corey's desk.
"My father."
"Oh! That your father? I thought he must be one of your
Italian correspondents that you'd been showing round,
or Spanish.&femdom art quot;
In fact, as Bromfield Corey found his way at his leisurely
pace up