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I cannot speak of it to aunt, because Well, I can't. Do you think that Miss Marsden cares much for me? She will surely forget me, will she not, in the excitement of her city life? I do hope she has no such feeling as I have." Mr. Dimmerly stared at his nephew as if he thought him demented.
He shall do just what I want him to, without knowing it. He shall " "But, hold on," said Mr. Dimmerly, breathlessly. "You look like a rainbow run wild. Listen to reason. O my good gracious! the idea of her being a home missionary!" "That is just what I am going to be, a home missionary, in his home; and all the principalities and powers of earth shall not prevent it.
"Would you not say November?" asked Lottie of Mr. Hemstead. "Yes, I think so," he replied, with a blush, "for Thanksgiving comes in that month." There was a general laugh, and Mr. Dimmerly chuckled, "Very good, you are getting even, Frank." "I hardly understand your compliment, if it is one," said Lottie, demurely.
Dimmerly started out of his sleep, with a snort like the blast of a ram's hom before Jericho, and, pushing his gold spectacles to the top of his bald head, stared in bewilderment at the forms convulsed with merriment around him. Even Hemstead joined in the laugh, though inwardly inclined to anathematize his big feet.
When Hemstead again saw her it was with a great dread in his heart, and his tones were grave and almost stern. "O h h, you found out another meaning, did you?" said Mr. Dimmerly, looking both kindly and quizzically over his spectacles at his nephew. "Well, uncle, to tell you the truth I hardly understand myself.
"It's something he never shall discover," said Lottie, almost harshly, springing up with flashing eyes and scarlet face. "I will not go on this ride, and he shall have no trouble in escaping my society." "Hold on, now," expostulated Mr. Dimmerly. "Nitroglycerine doesn't go off half so quick as you of late. I haven't told you why he is afraid you love him."
Dimmerly had taken up the thread of the narrative where Lottie had dropped it. "Ninon," he said, "lived a long while ago, and did not properly refer the tall stranger to her mamma. A trysting place and time were agreed upon, and the mysterious stranger in green, who was apparently a forester, said that he had a deer to kill before nightfall; and, raising her hand to his lips, departed.
You are so exceedingly proud or humble which shall I call it? that I fear you neither expect, nor will take anything from me." "Here is a queer-looking parcel for Frank Hemstead," said Mr. Dimmerly, with his chuckling laugh. With intense delight Lottie saw the student hesitate, and his hand tremble as he slowly began to open it.
Hemstead felt, to his intense annoyance, that the young people were at the point of exploding with merriment at his expense, and was in a state of indignation at himself and them. His aunt and Mr. Dimmerly, who soon recovered himself, were endeavoring to look serenely unconscious, with but partial success. All seemed to feel as if they were over a mine of discourteous laughter.
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