Trif and Trixy. Habberton John

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       John Habberton

      Trif and Trixy

      A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friends

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066216375

       CHAPTER I. A BABE IN THE HOUSE IS A WELL-SPRING OF PLEASURE.

       CHAPTER II. A TRANSACTION IN COTTON.

       CHAPTER III. UNAPPRECIATED.

       CHAPTER IV. IN CHARGE OF EACH OTHER.

       CHAPTER V. A SURPRISE.

       CHAPTER VI. ALL BY CHANCE.

       CHAPTER VII. MORE REVELATIONS.

       CHAPTER VIII. A SNATCH AT TIME'S FORELOCK.

       CHAPTER IX. MISPLACED CONFIDENCE.

       CHAPTER X. A SCRAP OF PAPER.

       CHAPTER XI. OFF THE SCENT.

       CHAPTER XII. THE SEARCH PARTY.

       CHAPTER XIII. A PLAN OF CAMPAIGN.

       CHAPTER XIV. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE.

       CHAPTER XV. THE UNEXPECTED.

       CHAPTER XVI. COWARDS BOTH.

       CHAPTER XVII. THE COURAGE OF JOY.

       CHAPTER XVIII THE WOOING O' IT.

       CHAPTER XIX. THE MISSING GUEST.

       CHAPTER XX. A BLISSFUL WEEK.

       CHAPTER XXI. APRIL SHOWERS.

       CHAPTER XXII. "THEY TAKE NO NOTE OF TIME."

       CHAPTER XXIII. "BEYOND THE DREAM OF AVARICE."

       CHAPTER XXIV. TRICKS UPON TRIXY.

       CHAPTER XXV. THREE BLIND MICE.

       CHAPTER XXVI. THE OTHER COUPLE.

       CHAPTER XXVII. THREE DAYS GRACE.

       CHAPTER XXVIII. THAT SURPRISE.

       HENRY ALTEMUS' PUBLICATIONS.

       ALTEMUS' DEVOTIONAL SERIES.

       ALTEMUS' ETERNAL LIFE SERIES.

       ALTEMUS' BELLES-LETTRES SERIES.

       ALTEMUS' NEW ILLUSTRATED VADEMECUM SERIES.

      CHAPTER I.

       A BABE IN THE HOUSE IS A WELL-SPRING OF PLEASURE.

       Table of Contents

      TRIXY was not a babe, for she had passed her seventh birthday and was as wise and irrepressible as the only child of a loving father and mother usually becomes. Her parents and relations continued to allude to her as "the baby," and they might still be doing so had not certain of her deeds checked them, and compelled them to restrict themselves to her rightful name, which was Beatrice, and to her nickname, which was Trixy.

      Trif was Trixy's mother, and did not entirely approve of the name by which she was oftenest addressed, for "Trif" seemed to imply something trifling, while the real Trif was a young matron as handsome and proud as Diana, and as good and earnest as the saintly Roman woman Tryphosa, for whom she was named. (All this must be true, because Trif's husband, Phil Highwood, said so and continues to say it.)

      Whether she laughed or wept, dressed or dusted, joked or prayed, Trif did it with all her might; so it was not strange that her little daughter was a very active and earnest creature from the instant at which she first opened her baby lips to announce her appearance upon the earthly stage.

      Besides, Trixy's father was one of the conscientious and nervous fellows who are always wondering what to do next, always anxious to do exactly what is right, always trying to do friendly services to other people, and frequently blundering horribly in the attempt; so there was double reason for what Trif called "dear Trixy's peculiarities" and other people alluded to as "that child's awful doings."

      Trif and Trixy lived far up town on the west side of New York. The husband of the one and the father of the other lived there too, although he is of minor consequence in this veracious narrative, for the neighbors and tradesmen knew him best as "that little terror's father," or "Mrs. Highwood's husband," and he was modest enough and proud enough to be satisfied to be known in this way.

      With the family lived Trif's sister, Tryphena Wardlow, known best to her friends as Fenie—a charming and exuberant girl who thought her sister Trif the most perfect woman alive, was sure that Trixy was the embodiment of all the baby angels in heaven, and declared that she never, never, never would think of marrying until some man as simply perfect as her brother-in-law, Phil Highwood, should ask her, and as that seemed impossible she had determined, at the mature age of twenty years, to remain single forever, yet never become that dreadful creature called "an old maid."

      Fenie