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Dolman. "Diana Delaney is an extremely naughty little child, and I am quite determined that her spirit shall be broken. It was all very well for you to go on with your tantrums at the Manor, miss, but now you are under my control, and you shall do exactly what I wish. Come, Diana, none of this. What, you'll kick me, will you? Then I shall have you whipped." "What's whipped?" questioned Diana.
"I thought if ever children loved their mother you four did. Oh! how stunned I feel! Yes, I will certainly go I don't profess to understand any of you." About a week after the events related in the last chapter, on a certain lovely day in June, a hired fly might have been seen ascending the steep avenue to Delaney Manor. The fly had only one occupant a round, roly-poly sort of little woman.
The horse had fallen, pitching the rider from the saddle. The man rose to his feet, caught at the bridle, missed it and the horse dashed on alone. The man, pausing for a second looked around, saw the chase drawing nearer, then, turning back, disappeared in the chaparral. Delaney raised a great whoop. "We've got you now."
"Starful?" said Mr. Delaney. "Yes; and when it is a starful night Orion can't sleep well, 'cos he is a star hisself; isn't he, father?" "Good gracious, child, no! He is a little boy!" "No, no, father! You are awfu' mistook. Mother called him a star. I'll show you him up in the sky if it really comes to be a starful night. May I, father?"
I will do my utmost to rear them in the fear of God. David, this clinches the matter. Write to Mr. Seymour by this night's post." Mr. Delaney promised to do so, and soon afterwards Mrs. Dolman, feeling that she had done a very good and excellent work, retired, in a thoroughly happy frame of mind, to her bedroom. Mr.
In a few hours came the turnkey, quite captured by Darthea, and no doubt the richer for a good fee. He fetched a portmantle just come, and an order to put me in a room alone. I left Delaney with sorrow, but hoped for some way to help him.
Delaney taken away so far from me, I asked the Indian to take me to her; and he said "No, No," and opening the tent shoved me in. A friendly squaw put down a rabbit robe for me to sit on; I was shivering with the cold; this squaw took my shoes and stockings off and partly dried them for me.
"In February?" "I didn't know, Delaney, that there was any statute in force prohibiting a man from visiting his mother in February if he wants to." Delaney made some light remark about the pleasure of communing with Nature with a cold in her head, and the topic was dropped. Livingstone was hand in glove with Van Twiller, and if any man shared his confidence it was Living-stone.
Thus guarded I proceeded to read the precious epistle, which I found very much what I should have expected from such a woman. It said a great deal about her neighbors and her neighbors' dresses; and how her dear Delaney was sometimes "obstropolous," though in the end a mighty good man; and much more over which I hurried with all the rapidity of disgust. But there was matter that made me linger.
She ran up to her now and knelt by her side. "Kiss me, Iris," said Mrs. Delaney. Iris put up her soft, rosebud lips; they met the equally soft lips of the mother. "You are much better, mummy; are you not?" said the child, in an eager, half-passionate whisper. "I have had a long sleep, darling, and I am rested," said Mrs. Delaney. "I told Fortune to call you. Father is away for the day.
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