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Still she went on and enjoyed herself; but the mere thought of his patient smile as she passed would have kept her from too much elation of spirits, if there had been any danger. There never was any. "That's a lovely little cousin of yours," said Thorn, one evening, when he and Rossitur, on horseback, were leisurely making their way along the up-and-down road between Montepoole and Queechy.
Evelyn has been here begging that we would join her in a party to the Springs Saratoga how would you like that?" "I should like anything that you would like, ma'am," said Fleda, with a thought how she would like to read Montepoole for Saratoga. "The city is very hot and dusty just now." "Very, and I am sorry to keep you in it, Mrs. Carleton." "Keep me, love?" said Mrs.
It was the very next morning that several ladies and gentlemen were gathered on the piazza of the hotel at Montepoole, to brace minds or appetites with the sweet mountain air while waiting for breakfast. As they stood there a young countryman came by bearing on his hip a large basket of fruit and vegetables. "O look at those lovely strawberries!" exclaimed Constance Evelyn running down the steps.
If it hadn't been for that, I mean, for Mr. Jolly's coming, I couldn't have gone to Montepoole to-day." "Then I am very glad Mr. Jolly made his appearance," said Mr. Carleton. "So am I," said Fleda; "but I think it was a little strange that Mr. Jolly wouldn't tell us who it was that he had got the money from. Grandpa said he never saw Mr. Jolly so curious."
Several days had passed. Fleda'a cheeks had gained no colour, but she had grown a little stronger, and it was thought the party might proceed on their way without any more tarrying; trusting that change and the motion of travelling would do better things for Fleda than could be hoped from any further stay at Montepoole.
If it hadn't been for that, I mean, for Mr. Jolly's coming I couldn't have gone to Montepoole to-day." "Then I am very glad Mr. Jolly made his appearance," said Mr. Carleton. "So am I," said Fleda; "but I think it was a little strange that Mr. Jolly wouldn't tell us who it was that he had got the money from. Grandpa said he never saw Mr. Jolly so curious."
"He did don't you know? the very next day after we heard he was here when most unluckily I was up at aunt Miriam's." "I should think he might have come again, considering what friends you used to be." "I dare say he would if he had not left Montepoole so soon. But dear Hugh! I was a mere child how could he remember me much." "You remember him," said Hugh. "Ah but I have good reason.
I felt that I should be hardly discharging my commission if I did not see you till you arrived in New York. My wishes I could have made to wait, but not my trust. So I came." "I am very glad you did." She could fain have persuaded the lady to disregard circumstances, and stay with her, at least till the next day, but Mrs. Carleton was unpersuadable. She would return immediately to Montepoole.
Fleda had a kind of heart-feast, however, which answered as well. Hugh harnessed the little wagon, for no one was at hand to do it, and he and Fleda set off as early as possible after dinner. Fleda's thoughts had turned to her old acquaintance, Cynthia Gall, who she knew was out of employment, and staying at home somewhere near Montepoole.
Poor little creature that you were! and dear little creature, as I am sure you have been ever since! And how is your dear aunt Lucy?" Fleda answered that she was well. "I used to love her very much that was before I knew you before she went abroad. We have just got home this spring; and now we are staying at Montepoole for a few days.
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