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For the acquired habits of vegetables, see Tulipa, Orchis. The roots of the Arum are scratched up and eaten by thrushes in severe snowy seasons. Superbus. Proud Pink. There is a kind of pink called Fairchild's mule, which is here supposed to be produced between a Dianthus superbus, and the Garyophyllus, Clove. The Dianthus superbus emits a most fragrant odour, particularly at night.
Fairchild when she came in, although she ordered the servants to set a chair for her. Miss Augusta Noble was seated on the sofa by her mamma, playing with a very beautiful wax doll; and her two brothers, William and Edward, were standing by her; but they never came forward to Mrs. Fairchild's children to say that they were glad to see them, or to show them any kind of civility.
Barker stayed with them all day; and it was, indeed, a day of mourning through all the house. It was the time of the Midsummer Fair, and John asked Mr. Fairchild's leave to go to the fair. "You may go, John," said Mr. Fairchild; "and take the horse, and bring everything that is wanting in the family."
"Indeed you are, and there is no need of attempting to conceal the fact. Your friend, whose name must remain a secret, does not love you don't ever think that but " Then he hesitated as though to watch the effect on Fairchild's face. There was none; Robert had masked it. In time the words went on: "But she does think enough of you to want to make you happy.
"But there is n't much I can tell." He caught her hand. "There is! I know there is. "Son all I can do is to make matters worse. If I knew anything that would help you if I could give you any light on anything, Old Mother Howard would do it! Lord, did n't I help out your father when he needed it the worst way? Did n't I " "But tell me what you know!" There was pleading in Fairchild's voice.
Sir Charles Noble's place was about two miles from Mr. Fairchild's house, but Mr. Burke, the steward, lived as much as half a mile nearer, on Mr. Fairchild's side, so that Henry had not two miles to walk, for his father was to leave him at Mr. Burke's, whilst he went on to pay his visit to Mr. Darwell.
For a quarter of a mile they hurried along, skirting the places where the snow had collected in breast-high drifts, now and then being forced nearly down to the bank of the stream to avoid the mountainous piles of fleecy white. Once, as they floundered through a knee-high mass, Fairchild's arm went quickly about her waist and he lifted her against him as he literally carried her through.
And it was as he stood there, watching the big vehicles travel down the mountain side, that Fairchild caught a glimpse of a human figure which suddenly darted behind a clump of scrub pine and skirted far to one side, taking advantage of every covering. A new beat came into Fairchild's heart.
"Don't you tell me I don't know you!" she burst forth at last. "I 'm afraid you don't." "Don't I?" Mother Howard cocked her head. "If you ain't a Fairchild, I 'll never feed another miner corned beef and cabbage as long as I live. Ain't you now?" she persisted, "ain't you a Fairchild?" The man laughed in spite of himself. "You guessed it." "You 're Thornton Fairchild's boy!"
'Bridget, said Rosalys, colouring, and in an awful tone. When Alie said 'Bridget' like that it meant a great deal. 'I didn't mean, began Biddy as usual. Celestina's mother turned to Rosalys. 'Please do not be vexed with her, miss, she said, with again that winning smile. And the smile that stole over Alie's face in response made Mrs. Fairchild's gaze linger on the lovely child.
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