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No doubt she would stand her friend, and be, as ever, generous and sympathetic. But, at the first outset, no icicle could be brighter and colder than Miss Rolleston's manner, who kept her communication at arm's-length, as it were, and refused to see any hardship in paying a filial visit for a week or two. "My dear Bluebell, you are really too childish.
How starved she had felt starved of little intellectual coteries with their huge intellectual sensations starved of new books and old pictures and music, of moss roses and primroses and bluebell woods, starved even into the selfishness of coming home, urged away by Robert, who did not know how to be selfish. Thinking of him made her feel very tender and very small.
"It quite sets my teeth on edge seeing those stewards tilting the soup close to and trampling on it." "She must be a bride, I suppose," returned Bluebell, "and has so many new dresses, she doesn't care about spoiling one or two." "Heavens! what a view of matrimony! And these are the reckless opinions of young ladies of the present day!
The bitto flower has been for us a mere blur of yellow; we find its heart composed of a hundred perfect flowers, the homes of the tiny black people with red stripes, who move in and out in that little yellow city. Every bluebell has its inhabitant. Every day the karoo shows us a new wonder sleeping in its teeming bosom.
"'And it means, a bluebell said, stepping perkily out from amidst its fellows, 'that your lover is coming your lover with a troll-le-loll-la and well, if you want to know more ask the gooseberries, the gooseberries that hang on the bushes, or the parsley that grows in the bed, and at that all the flowers and trees shrieked with laughter 'Ta-ta-tra-la-la' and with my ears full of the rude laughter of the wood I awoke.
"I remember this one half finished on his easel," said Harry. It was a glade of a forest; in the fore-ground a huge oak, knee-deep in bracken, and tall blue hyacinths. "Look Bluebell, here is your name-sake flower." "Oh, that is it! Well, I never saw one before; we have none in Canada."
There may have been two happier and more excited girls somewhere in Canada or the United States at that moment, but I doubt it. Every snip of the scissors, as rose and peony and bluebell fell, seemed to chirp, "Mrs. Morgan is coming today." Anne wondered how Mr. Harrison COULD go on placidly mowing hay in the field across the lane, just as if nothing were going to happen.
"There, my dear, Aunt Jane was saying only yesterday how dull it was without the child. But are you sure she can be spared, Mrs. Rolleston?" "Only to you," said the lady, kindly, but smiling a little, for certainly her duties were not very onerous. Bluebell, an anxious listener, felt her heart sink at this proposal.
Leigh, was also in the habit of giving him periodical information of the well-being of his grand-daughter. When, however, she eloped from Captain Davidson's house, he had lost sight of her for a time, but afterwards picked up the clue at Mrs. Markham's. When they also disappeared so suddenly, the agent was again at fault, Bluebell having changed her situation in the interval.
Bluebell, in the act of receiving the second supply of coffee, was aroused from her immediate bewilderment by a scalding douche down her neck the waiter, a young German with heart disease painted on his livid lips and pasty complexion, having held the coffee-pot suspended topsy-turvy for an instant, and then fallen in a fit on the floor.
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