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Rossitur was persuaded, more times than one, to put herself in her plainest remaining French silk, and entertain the whole party, with the addition of one or two of Charlton's friends, at her Queechy farm-house. Fleda enjoyed it all with the quick spring of a mind habitually bent to the patient fulfilment of duty, and habitually under the pressure of rather sobering thoughts.
" 'I have you, my darling I should not sigh I have one star more in my cloudy sky The hope that we both shall join him there, In that perfect rest from weeping and care. " "Well, mother; how do you like it?" said Hugh, whose eyes gave tender witness to his liking for it. "It is pretty" said Mrs. Rossitur. Hugh exclaimed, and Fleda, laughing, took it out of her hand.
"You didn't pick them all yourself?" "Hugh helped me a little while; but he had the horse to get ready, and I was out before him this morning poor fellow, he was tired from yesterday, I dare say." Mrs. Rossitur looked at her, a look between remonstrance and reproach, and cast her eves down without saying a word, swallowing a whole heartful of thoughts and feelings.
Rossitur, taking in her place the arm-chair and the watch with most invincible good-will and determination; and sleep at last took the joys and sorrows of that disturbed household into its kind custody. Fleda was the first one awake, and was thinking how she should break the last news to her aunt, when Mrs.
Carleton and her cousin Rossitur that day when they were going after wood-cock there she had directed and overseen Earl Douglass's huge crop of corn. How many pieces of her life were connected with it.
Grandpa had a great deal of trouble with him." "How old were you then?" "I was young to be sure," said Fleda, hanging her head, "but I remember very well how it was." "You may have occasion to remember it a second time," said Mr. Rossitur, drily, "for the thing is done. I have engaged him." Not another word was spoken. Mr. Rossitur went out after breakfast, and Mrs.
"You are not going to have the cruelty to take your a cousin away, Mr. Rossitur?" said the doctor. But Fleda was for once happy to be cruel; she would hear no remonstrances. Though her desire for Miss Lucy's "help" had considerably lessened, she thought she could not in politeness avoid speaking on the subject, after being invited there on purpose.
"Father wanted me," said Hugh. "I could not help it, Fleda." "You are not going to have the cruelty to take your a cousin away, Mr. Rossitur?" said the doctor. But Fleda was for once happy to be cruel; she would hear no remonstrances.
Doubts returned, and her spirits were sobered again. Not another word was spoken till they reached home; when Fleda seized upon Hugh, and went off to the rock after her forsaken pie. "Have you succeeded?" asked Mrs. Rossitur, while they were gone. "Yes that is, a cousin has kindly consented to come and help me." "A cousin!" said Mrs. Rossitur. "Ay we're in a nest of cousins." "In a what, Mr.
"I am very glad, my darling," said Mrs. Rossitur, stroking away the hair from the forehead that was bent down towards her; "I am glad you had it to-day and I am glad you will have it again to-morrow." "You will have it too, aunt Lucy. Mrs. Evelyn will be here in the morning she said so." "I shall not see her." "Why? Now aunt Lucy! you will." "I have nothing in the world to see her in I cannot."
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