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Carol's early determination to adore the Westland had become fixed habit at last. It was capable of any miracles, to her. "How far is it up there?" pursued Connie, for Connie had a very inartistic way of sticking to her subject. "I do not know. About a hundred miles, I believe." "A nice drive for the Harmer," said Connie thoughtfully. "How are the roads?"
I got in and stood by the two Queenes and the Duchesse of Yorke, and just behind my Lady Castlemayne, whom I do heartily adore; and good sport it was to see how most that did give their ten pounds did go away with a pair of globes only for their lot, and one gentlewoman, one Mrs. Fish, with the only blanke.
Sparling had a fine voice, Lady Wing accompanied her. The Wings flattered her, and professed to adore her.
There really is a sort of freemasonry between certain people and dumb animals. I have not a bit of it, though I love them. You would adore to see Amélie play with cats. She knows how. And as for her conversation with them, it is wonderful. I remarked the fact to her one day, when her morning salutations with the cats had been unusual.
If he'd tried to stop my allowance, I should have gone on the stage we've settled that point once and for all with Harry Manders, half-way through the stage-door of the Hilarity. Now I've got my own money. Mind you, I adore father, and he adores me; most people adore me; but I must do what I like. You see that now; but I had to shew you, I had to break my way in here by main force."
'Oh, don't talk to me about poor, returned my aunt. 'She should have thought of that, before she caused so much misery! Give me a kiss, Trot. I am sorry for your early experience. As I bent forward, she put her tumbler on my knee to detain me, and said: 'Oh, Trot, Trot! And so you fancy yourself in love! Do you? 'Fancy, aunt! I exclaimed, as red as I could be. 'I adore her with my whole soul!
No, my friends, I shall speak of trees as we see them, love them, adore them in the fields, where they are alive, holding their green sun-shades over our heads, talking to us with their hundred thousand whispering tongues, looking down on us with that sweet meekness which belongs to huge, but limited organisms, which one sees in the brown eyes of oxen, but most in the patient posture, the outstretched arms, and the heavy-drooping robes of these vast beings endowed with life, but not with soul, which outgrow us and outlive us, but stand helpless, poor things! while Nature dresses and undresses them, like so many full-sized, but under-witted children.
What more was needed by this old man, who divided the leisure of his life, where there was so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the heavens for a ceiling, sufficient to enable him to adore God in his most divine works, in turn? Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it?
I adore them, of course; but just now I am like Nero, I wish that they all had but one head. It is for these little, worthless dolls that we kill each other!" "You can curse them on your way," said Gerfaut, who was impatient to see him leave. "Oh, good gracious, yes! They can flatter themselves this moment that they all inspire me with a deadly hatred."
"Perhaps some time your father will let you and a couple of the others come to Des Moines with me in the car. You would enjoy a few days there, I know. I live with my aunt, a dear, motherly little old soul. She will adore you, Prudence, and you will like her, too. Would your father let you spend a week? We can easily drive back and forth in the car."
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