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"I did not know that complimenting was permitted to you." "That is all right, sister," said Mr. Dimmerly. "That's where he shows his good blood and connection with an old family. He is gallant to the ladies. They can't get that out of him, even at a theological seminary." Hemstead's blushing confusion increased the laugh at this speech.
This speech brought to the warm-hearted girl another revulsion of feeling, and, again hiding her face on her uncle's shoulder, she sobbed, "I would rather be his slave on a desert island than marry the richest man in New York." "And my wise and prudent sister thought it could be 'stopped," chuckled Mr. Dimmerly.
There was an ominous sound of parting stitches, and an abrupt period in the young lady's graceful progress. In his eager haste to remedy his awkwardness, he bumped up against Mr. Dimmerly, who was advancing to speak to him, with a force that nearly overthrew that dapper gentleman, and rendered his greeting rather peculiar.
There, there, now don't be afraid. If you think I can say anything to my nephew the thick-headed blunderbuss which will prevent his getting down on his knees to ask for what he'll never deserve, you don't know the Dimmerly blood. Trust to the wisdom of my gray hairs and go to bed." "But, uncle, I would rather you wouldn't say anything at all," persisted Lottie.
Dimmerly, dryly, "and am thankful that the transformation has not been of the nature that Shakespeare portrayed in his Midsummer Night Fantasy. Your head might have become turned by the wrong girl, and you have reached the period when it is bound to be turned by some one." "Uncle," he said, fervently, "she is the noblest and most beautiful being in existence."
Dimmerly was always a rather comical object to her, and his flying arms and spectacles, as he tried to recover himself from the rude shock of his nephew's burly form, made a scene in which absurdity, which is said to be the chief cause of laughter, was pre-eminent.
Dimmerly, giving a nervous hop in the air. "Between the two, what will become of me? Yes, yes; I see. You are like your mother. If she took it into her head that anything was 'duty, all the world couldn't change her. So, rather than give up being a missionary, you will sacrifice yourself and Lottie too?"
Dimmerly were the only ones of the household who regarded the change in Lottie with unmixed satisfaction. Not giving a thought to the cause, they were pleased with the gentleness and attention which resulted. "Lottie," said her brother Dan, as she kissed him good-night, after telling a marvellously good story, "what has come over you? You make me think of Auntie Jane."
Your conscience, instructed by the Bible, should guide." "But I see no more harm in whist than in a sleigh-ride." "Perhaps your conscience needs instruction." "O, certainly, that is it! Please instruct it." He turned quickly, but saw a face serious enough for an anxious seat in an old-time revival. "Yes," said Mr. Dimmerly, testily. "My conscience needs instruction also.
With his own hands he suspended the mistletoe from the chandelier in the hall, which he always obtained from Dimmerly Manor in England. Lottie, without thinking, stood beneath, watching him, when, with a spryness not in keeping with his years, he sprang down and gave her a sounding smack in honor of the ancient custom. "There," said he, "that pays me for all my trouble and expense.
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