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As if I were not the great moving spring! Trust me, you would never write yourself down an ass but for the Queen Bee. How shall we ever get your ears from Allonfield? Saturday night, and only till Monday evening to do everything in!" "Oh, you will do it," said Fred. "I wonder what you and Henrietta cannot do between you!
She desired quiet, and yet when she found it, it was unendurable, and to talk to her father or grandfather would be a great relief, yet the first beginning might well be dreaded. Neither of them was forthcoming, and now in the evening to hear the quiet grave discussion of Allonfield gossip was excessively harassing and irritating.
He was only at home for a week, but so much the worse, that would be till the end of Beatrice's own visit, and she supposed it would be nothing but Euphrosyne the whole time. There was at last a change: Roger had half a hundred questions to ask about his cousins and all the neighbours. "And has Philip Carey set up for himself at Allonfield? Does he get any practice?
Langford. "Oho! got out of the way of the beautifying, I understand." "Have you seen anything of Fred and Busy Bee?" asked Mrs. Frederick Langford. "They went out directly after breakfast to walk to Sutton Leigh, and I have not seen them since." "O yes," said Mr. Roger Langford, "I can tell you what has become of them; they are gone to Allonfield.
Busy Bee was in that stage of girlhood which is very sensible on some points, in the midst of great folly upon others, and she was quite wise enough to let Fred alone, to give full attention to his driving all the way to Allonfield.
Nothing was expressed so often through the day as this wish, and no one wished more earnestly than his wife, though, perhaps, she was the only person who did not say so a dozen times. There was something cheering in hearing that his brother had actually set off to meet him at Allonfield; and at length Fred's sharpened ears caught the sound of the carriage wheels, and he was come.
"Carey!" called Alex, "here! Bee wants to send over to Allonfield: won't you take Dumple and go?" "Not I," responded Carey; "I want to walk with Roger. But there's Dumple, let her go herself." "What, ride him?" asked Beatrice, "thank you, Carey." "Fred might drive you," said Carey; "O no, poor fellow, I suppose he does not know how." Fred coloured with anger.
The day was not long enough for all the talk of the cousins, and the early winter twilight came on before their conversation was exhausted, or they had reached the Allonfield station.
So he was, long before Henrietta was ready, and just as she and Beatrice appeared on the stairs, Atkins was carrying across the hall what the boys looked at with glances of dismay, namely, the post-bag. Knight Sutton, being small and remote, did not possess a post-office, but a messenger came from Allonfield for the letters on every day except Sunday, and returned again in the space of an hour.
Langford that she did not think Fred quite so well that evening, and asked him if he did not think it might be better to let Philip Carey know. He agreed instantly, and rang the bell to order a servant to ride to Allonfield; but Mrs.
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