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"It appears to me that ought to make you particularly merry, oughtn't it?" "But it don't," she answered, sighing. "Why not, you foolish girl?" "Oh, everything is so different from what I expected." "In what way?" "W-h-y," she answered slowly, "I thought it would be romantic, and that he would ask me in the moonlight." "Like to-night, for instance?"
"W-h-y I thought perhaps " John stammered uncomfortably, then gathered courage to add: "Miss Stewart liked it at Bear Forks one year, and she has been teaching Eleanor for two years. She may agree to teach you this year for a tempting salary." "Anne has had an unusual offer to teach a seminary class in New York," said Mrs. Brewster, without any sign of partiality for any one or any plan.
"Then when Polly and I have had a year or two with Anne, we will take a special course in some one of the best schools on the subject. This course finished, we propose going to Europe to study Italian, French, Spanish, and English periods and styles. If we have an extra year or so, to spare, we might go to Japan and Egypt, as I just adore those two lands." "W-h-y! Eleanor!
"No, dear," said Cora, "we can only stay a very few minutes. The rising moon will see us far away on our route to New York." "W-h-y! You astonish me! How sudden this is! Where are you going?" asked Violet, pausing in her hurry to call a groom. "Let me explain," said Cora, taking one of the Quaker chairs and seating herself.
Polly fairly screamed out the last words and stamped her foot vehemently, as she stood declaring what she thought of such a life. Mrs. Brewster hid her face in a handkerchief whether she was weeping or trying to hide her gratification at hearing her daughter assert her rights in such a positive manner, no one knew. "W-h-y Polly Brewster!
'What! they've been put to bed too, have they? asked he. 'W-h-y no not zactly that, drawled the woman; 'but when sarvants are kept up three nights out of four, they must make up for lost time when they can. 'Well, mused Mr. Sponge, 'this is a bother, at all events; get no breakfast, lose my hunt, and perhaps a billet into the bargain.
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