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A smile had crept over his face at his old friend Bill Harmon's spelling and penmanship, for a missive of that kind seldom came to the American Consulate. When the second letter postmarked Beulah first struck his eye, he could not imagine why he should have another correspondent in the quaintly named little village. A SMILE HAD CREPT OVER HIS FACE AT HIS OLD FRIEND BILL HARMON'S SPELLING AND PENMANSHIP FOR A MISSIVE OF THAT KIND SELDOM CAME TO THE AMERICAN CONSULATE WHEN THE SECOND LETTER POSTMARK'S BEULAH FIRST STRUCK HIS EYE HE COULD NOT IMAGINE WHY HE SHOULD HAVE ANOTHER CORRESPONDENT IN THE QUAINTLY NAMED LITTLE VILLAGE
 had done it lovingly and well, and Olive learned many a lesson while she was following the lines of the quaint houses, like those on old china, renewing the green of the feathery elms, or retracing and coloring the curious sampler trees that stood straight and stiff like sentinels in the corners of the room. XXI A FAMILY RHOMBOID The Honorable Lemuel Hamilton sat in the private office of the American Consulate in Breslau, Germany, one warm day in July. The post had been brought in half an hour before, and he had two open letters on the desk in front of him. It was only ten o'clock of a bright morning, but he looked tired and worn. He was about fifty, with slightly grey hair and smoothly shaven face. He must have been merry at one time in his life, for there were many nice little laughing-wrinkles around his eyes, but somehow these seemed to have faded out, as if they had not been used for years, and the corners of his mouth turned down to increase the look of weariness and discontent.  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE OF MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKENS THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECOURTING ALL LEIBER VOX RECOURTINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIEBRAVOX DOT ORG MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKENS BY KATE DOUGLAS WIGGINS CHAPTER TWENTY ONE A FAMILY REMBOY THE HON LEMUEL HAMILTON SAT IN THE PRIVATE OFFICE OF THE AMERICAN CONSULATE IN BRESLAW GERMANY ONE WARM DAY IN JULY THE POST HAD BEEN BROUGHT IN HALF AN HOUR BEFORE AND HE HAD TWO OPEN LETTERS ON A DESK IN FRONT OF HIM IT WAS ONLY TEN O'CLOCK OF A BRIGHT MORNING BUT HE LOOKED TIRED AND WORN HE WAS ABOUT FIFTY WITH SLIGHTLY GRAY HAIR AND SMOOTHLY SHAVEN FACE HE MUST HAVE BEEN MERRY AT ONE TIME IN HIS LIFE FOR THERE WERE MANY NICE LITTLE LAUGHING WRINKLES AROUND HIS EYES BUT SOMEHOW THESE SEEMED TO HAVE FADED OUT AS IF THEY HAD NOT BEEN USED FOR YEARS AND THE CORNERS OF HIS MOUTH TURNED DOWN TO INCREASE THE LOOK OF WEARINESS AND DISCONTENT
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