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Simply because she ought from every stand-point of good judgment and taste to have preferred the Colonel and clung to him, she will continue to cleave to Orrin and make him the idol of her wayward heart. But it is all a mystery to me and one that does not make me very happy. I went up by myself to the new stone house to-day, and found that it only needs the finishing touches.
"Wake up!" said the doctor, laying his hand kindly upon her shoulder, "you'll want something fresh again presently. What mine of profundity are you digging into now?" Fleda looked up and came back from her profundity with a glance and smile as simple as a child's. "Dear uncle Orrin, how came you to leave me alone in the library?" "Was that what you were trying to discover?" "Oh no, sir!
"One of our Queechy neighbours that I heard was coming to New York." "Wasn't your uncle at home?" "Of course not. If he had been, there would have been no need of my stirring." "But was there nobody else to do it but you?" "Uncle Orrin away, you know; and Charlton down at his post Fort Hamilton, is it? I forget which fort he is fast there."
The roof which Orrin so bitterly wished might be a sound one has been shingled; and under the Colonel's eye and the Colonel's constant encouragement, part after part of the new building is being fitted to its place with a precision and despatch that to many minds promise the near dawning of Juliet's wedding-day.
You don't know how much they made of me every one of them father and mother, and all the three daughters and uncle Orrin. I have been well petted, I can tell you, since I have been gone." "I am glad they showed so much discrimination," said Hugh; "they would be puzzled to make too much of you."
I am, however, sure of one thing, and that is that if Colonel Schuyler and Orrin meet, there will be trouble. I never thought Orrin handsome till to-day. He is fair, and I like dark men; and he is small, and I admire men of stature.
"O nothing, uncle Orrin," said Fleda, looking grave again, however; "I was thinking that I had been talking too much to- day." "Talking too much? why, whom have you been talking to?" "Oh, nobody but Mr. Carleton." "Mr. Carleton! Why, you didn't say six and a quarter words while he was here." "No, but I mean in the library, and walking home." "Talking too much!
"Why should you want to help yourself?" said the doctor. "And to Mrs. Thorn's to-morrow night?" "No, Sir; I believe not." "I believe you will," said he, looking at her. "I am sure I should enjoy myself more at home, uncle Orrin. There is very little rational pleasure to be had in these assemblages." "Rational pleasure!" said he. "Didn't you have any rational pleasure last night?"
I am the greatest hand at making something out of nothing, aunt Miriam, that ever you saw. There is nothing like practice. I only wish the man uncle Orrin talks about would come along once in a while." "Who was that?" said aunt Miriam.
It was early the next morning that a young lady, very much perturbed, called on us at our hotel, scarcely waiting even the introduction of her plainly engraved card bearing the name, Miss Norma Sanford. "Perhaps you know of my sister, Asta Sanford, Mrs. Orrin Everson," she began, speaking very rapidly as if under stress. "We're down here on Asta's honeymoon in Orrin's yacht, the Belle Aventure."
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