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"O you wouldn't know it is a pitcher when I have fixed it. I'll cover up all the broken part with green, you know. Are we going home now, grandpa?" "No, I want to stop a minute at uncle Joshua's." Uncle Joshua was a brother-in-law of Mr. Ringgan, a substantial farmer and very well to do in the world!
"But, Miss Ringgan, my dear, you are a you have lost something since you came out " "What?" said Fleda, laughing. "Not my patience?" "No," said the doctor, "no you're a you're an angel! but your cheeks, my dear Miss Ringgan, show that you have exceeded your a " "Not my intentions, doctor," said Fleda, lightly.
Ringgan," he concluded, "I'll turn it over in my mind to-night and see if I can think of any thing that'll do, and if I can I'll let you know. If we hadn't such a nether millstone to deal with, it would be easy enough to work it somehow." So they set forth homewards again.
Nobody moved or spoke at first, when the man was gone, except Miss Cynthia, who, as she was taking something from the table to the pantry, remarked, probably for Mr. Rossitur's benefit, that "Mr. Ringgan had to have that man punished for something he did a few years ago, when he was justice of the peace, and she guessed likely that was the reason he had a grudge agin him ever since."
"I dare urge nothing, Sir," said Mr. Carleton. "I will only assure you that if you entrust your treasure to us, she shall be cherished as you would wish, till we place her in the hands of her aunt." "I know that, Sir, I do not doubt it," said Mr. Ringgan; "but, I'll tell you by and by what I conclude upon," he said, with evident relief of manner, as Fleda came bounding back to them. "Mr.
"So I see," said Mr. Ringgan. "How do you find the new way of curing them answer?" "Fine as ever you see. Sweet as a nut. The cattle are mad after them. How are you going to be off for fodder this winter?" "It's more than I can tell you," said Mr. Ringgan. "There ought to be more than plenty; but Didenhover contrives to bring everything out at the wrong end. I wish I was rid of him."
Ringgan, with again the dignified look of trouble: " it may not be! I wish you good day, Sir." A mind that in a calm angelic mood Of happy wisdom, meditating good, Beholds, of all from her high powers required, Much done, and much designed, and more desired. WORDSWORTH. "I've had such a delicious day, dear grandpa," said little Fleda, as they sat at supper; "you can't think how kind Mr.
Ringgan went on, "for his fine behaviour out here at the West what's the name of the place? I forget it just now fighting the Indians. There never was anything finer done." "He was brave, wasn't he, grandpa?" "Brave! he had a heart of iron sometimes, for as soft as it was at others. And he had an eye, when he was roused, that I never saw anything that would stand against.
"He doesn't know how to keep his word as well, grandpa." "Ay, ay? let's hear about that," said Mr. Ringgan. A little reluctantly, for Cynthia was present, Fleda told the story of the robins, and how Mr. Carleton would not let the gun be fired. "Wa'n't your cousin a little put out by that?" "They were both put out," said Fleda; "Mr. Carleton was very angry for a minute, and then Mr.
"Your a aunt, my dear Miss Ringgan, is in a most extraordinary state of mind!" Fleda was glad to hide her face against her aunt's, and asked her how she did. "Dr.
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