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So occupied was Delight with tying Willie's cravat and rearranging the spray of flowers on Celestina's bonnet that she had not a moment to consider her own toilet which was hastily made after everything else was done. Yet as Robert Morton looked at her, he thought that nothing could have graced her more completely than did her simple gown of muslin.
Fairchild reminded him that if they did not finish the chapter of Little Arthur quickly, it would be Celestina's bedtime, so the talk changed to the Black Prince and his exploits. 'Leave me alone I want to cry; It's no use trying to be good. ANON.
Fairchild that night; indeed, what she would have done without Celestina's wise and gentle mother I do not know. It was she who sensibly made the best of it all, soothing Mrs. Vane, who really needed it almost as much as Biddy and her father; and the only snatches of sleep Mr. Vane got were when her soft and pleasant voice had been reading aloud to him.
That night on our return we poured into Teresa's sympathetic ears all that had occurred during our eventful visit that afternoon at Celestina's house. Then somewhat later as I was helping her with the dishes in the kitchen, Teresa said, "Do you know, Lisita, it wouldn't surprise me in the least to see the Breton converted and changed by God's power into a decent, respectable man.
Celestina's eyes were an agony of jealousy; not that she was mercenary, or cared for the dresses, but that Straws should give them to another little girl. Her pride, however, held her in check and she drew herself up with composure. "That would be nice for the other little girl!" she said. "The only difficulty is," resumed Straws, "there isn't any other little girl."
Fairchild had said during their few minutes' conversation, which, as I told you, had been principally about Bridget. 'Yes, Celestina's mother had replied in answer to a remark of the rector's wife, 'I can see that she must be a child who needs careful management.
As 'all roads, according to the old proverb, 'lead to Rome, so all Celestina's meditations ended in the old cry, 'If only mother would come. The door opened at last gently, so gently that the little girl knew it could be no one else but mother. She sprang up. 'Oh, mother, I am so glad you've come. I've been so tired waiting.
'I didn't mean to be cross, she said to herself in her usual way, though she really did feel what she said this time. 'It was kind of Roughie to come to meet me. They're all good 'acept me. Celestina's good too. I'm made all the wrong way, and she sighed deeply. She brightened up again, however, when she met her mother at the door. 'That's right, Biddy dear, said Mrs. Vane.
'I don't know how a fashionable London clergyman will settle down at Seacove, nor what his reasons are for coming here, I'm sure. I hope the change will be for good. But his tone showed that he was not at all certain that it would prove so. 'Is he married? asked Celestina's mother. 'Oh yes, by the bye, I remember Mr.
Then she turned to Celestina's mother. 'This idea has rather taken my breath away, she said, but her voice was pretty cheerful. 'I hardly see how it is to be managed, said Mr. Vane, for once rather despondently. 'We will talk it all over afterwards, said Mrs. Vane, at a little sign from Celestina's mother; 'and now we will leave you to rest a while. 'Oh dear, Mrs.
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