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Updated: June 27, 2025
"And Miss Meta is obliged to take to envying the black-hole of Cocksmoor, instead of being content with the eglantine bowers of Abbotstoke! I commiserate her!" said the doctor. "If I did any good instead of harm at Abbotstoke!" "Harm!" exclaimed Margaret.
Dr. May had made his call at Drydale, and was driving up a rough lane, between furzy banks, leading to Cocksmoor, when he was aware of a tall gentleman on one side of the road and a little lady on the other, with the whole space of the cart-track between them, advancing soberly towards him. "Hallo! Why, Meta! Norman! what brings you here? Where are you going?"
"Never," said Margaret, with her sweet smile. "I have never seen Cocksmoor; but Dr. Spencer and Meta are always sketching it for me, and Ethel would not let an effect pass without telling me. I shall hear how it strikes you next." "I hope to see it by and by. What a comfortable deep porch! If we could build such churches in the colonies, Margaret!" "See what little Meta will do for you!
He never would comprehend so Ethel gave it up feared she was again jealous and self-sufficient, and contented herself with the joy that his presence produced at Cocksmoor, where the children smiled, blushed, and tittered, with ecstasy, whenever he even looked at one of them. Richard was not allowed to have a Sunday of rest. His father apologised for having made an engagement for him as Mr.
Before Margaret had steeled herself, Ethel was talking of a story she had read, of a place something like Cocksmoor. Margaret was not ready with her recollection, and Ethel, saying it was in a magazine in the drawing-room chiffonier, declared she would fetch it.
It must be confessed that the violence of partisanship did not make her a pleasant companion. However, the interest of the bazaar began somewhat to divert the current of the ladies' thoughts, and Ethel found herself walking day after day to Cocksmoor, unmolested by further reports of Mrs. Ledwich's proceedings.
Ethel began to wonder where Norman might be looking at the sun dipping into the western sea, and thence arose before her the visions of her girlhood, when she had first dreamt of a church on Cocksmoor, and of Richard ministering before a willing congregation.
"She would have thought her heart would be broken," pursued Gertrude. "Whereas now she owns that it is the best thing, and a great relief, for she could not attend to Cocksmoor and my father both. We want her to take a holiday, but she never will. Once she did when Blanche and Hector came to stay, but he was not happy, hardly well, and I don't think she will ever leave him again." "Mrs.
Flora had a way of hinting at anything she thought creditable, and thus the Stoneborough public had become aware of the exertions of the May family on behalf of Cocksmoor. The plan of a fancy fair was started. Mrs. Hoxton became more interested than was her wont, and Flora was enchanted at the opening it gave for promoting the welfare of the forlorn district.
"Ay," said Ethel, "when you come yawning to me to find amusement for you, you will see what I shall do!" "Stand over me with a stick while I print A B C for Cocksmoor, I suppose," said Norman. "Well! why not? People are much better doing something than nothing." "What, you won't even let me blow bubbles!" said Norman. "That is too intellectual, as papa makes it," said Ethel.
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