Tarbell in 1887 called himself a conservative carpetbagger, one who found himself in the minority.
Mrs. Tarbell felt that she was going to acquit herself commendably.
She hardly heard a word of Mrs. Tarbell's speech to the jury.
Then Mrs. Tarbell bowed to the judge, and said, "That is my case, your honor."
His order had to be countersigned by Colonel Tarbell, and before he could get his signature the boat had left.
"I wish you joy," Mrs. Tarbell said, and went on down-stairs.
Mr. Pope and Mrs. Tarbell rose, bowed to each other and to the court: they were ready to go on.
He admired the technique of Mr. Tarbell and Mr. Benson; he prized their instruction.
Mrs. Tarbell knew that they were there, but did not look at them.
I don't say I shall ever be able to paint as well as they can; but I must be myself,—not an imitation Tarbell.