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The Fairview band was engaged to discourse as much harmony as it could produce, and the resources of the great house were taxed to entertain the guests. The day of the entertainment was as sunny and mild as heart could desire. By ten o'clock the farm wagons began to drive up, loaded with women and children, for all were invited except the grown men.
Their tidings were received with joy by the retainers at Fairview, nearly every thing being in readiness for the reception of its master and mistress. Edward and Zoe had agreed that it was not at all necessary to inform the expected guests of the evening of the change in the hour for the arrival of the home-coming party they intended to welcome.
"Now let us make haste to get our breakfast, and then attend to the finishing touches needed by the house and our own persons." "Stay," said Edward, detaining her as she was starting up the steps into the veranda. "We should send word to Fairview, but it will be time enough after breakfast. Suppose we ride over there immediately upon leaving the table, and carry the news ourselves?
But it's no use; I won't see him!" By this time the servant was moving along the passage towards the door. "Hannah!" called the lady, in a whisper, beckoning at the same time with her hand. Hannah came into the parlor. "Say I'm not at home, Hannah." "Yes, ma'am," replied the girl, who proceeded on towards the street door, while Mrs. Fairview remained in the parlor. "Is Mrs.
"It was an escape while it lasted, even though it did lead me to prison again... But isn't that where escape always leads? The world is a good deal like Fairview a rule-ridden institution on a larger scale... We escape for a time in our work, in our play, in our loves, but the tether's pretty short. ... And finally, one day, death swings the door open and we go farther afield."
But I'm glad to get back, I like my own country so much better, and especially this part of it," she added. "I can bear to be away from New York in the winter, but not from Fairview in the summer." At this instant Mr. Jenney appeared at the barn door bearing a huge green umbrella. "Come over to the house Mis' Jenney is expectin' you," he said. Victoria hesitated.
During the day Fred was left alone for the most part, and he felt a certain luxury in this personal solitude after the months at Fairview with its unescapable human contacts. He would lie there, his ears still ringing with the echoes from the nightly gathering of malcontents, trying to reconstruct his own quarrel with life.
A series of rapidly recurring questions addressed to the Secretary were answered in a way that fully confirmed this suspicion. The effect of this upon the excitable and impulsive young man will appear as our story progresses. It was while Mark's application was pending, and a short time before his visit to Washington, that he came up to Fairview, the residence of his grandfather.
It has a rather neglected look now; but it wouldn't take long to remedy that, and then it would be quite as handsome as Ion or Fairview, or any other place about here. Aren't you happy, Lu?" "I shall be if papa gets it; but the best thing of all is, that he is to be with us all the time." "Yes, of course," sighed Evelyn, thinking of the happy days when she had her father with her.
"How are you?" said Snap, cordially. A look told him the Stranger was at least seventy or eighty years old. "Pretty well, for an old man," was the answer. "Who are you?" "We are four boys from Fairview. We came up here to go camping. Who are you?" "Me? Don't you know who I am? I am Peter Peterson." "Oh!" exclaimed the boys.
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