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"Never mind, sister," said Fanny, "never mind; of course, Aunt Judy didn’t mean to do it, for she likes Dido as well as we do." "Lor’ bless Miss Fanny’s sweet face, that I do like Dido," said Aunt Judy. "Yes, that you do," repeated Julia mockingly, "just as though you could like anything." Here Mrs.
It was now the first day of May, and as it was also Fanny’s seventeenth birthday, her school companions determined to celebrate it by a May party, of which Fanny was unanimously chosen queen. The fete took place in a handsome grove on a hillside which overlooked the city of Frankfort. All of Mr. Miller’s pupils were present, together with most of their parents and many of their friends. Mrs.
Middleton had no idea how painfully his words affected her who sat by his side, and looked up so imploringly in his face, as if begging him to stop. There was an embarrassing silence, which Julia presently broke, by saying, "While Dr. Lacey was here, he and Fanny got up a flirtation; but nothing serious will result from it, I reckon." "It’s Fanny’s own fault, then, I imagine," said Mr.
This seemed to satisfy him, but he anxiously noted every change of Fanny’s countenance. At last Mr. Wilmot said, "If you did not write that letter, who did? Was it, could it have been your sister?" "Oh, no! No!" said Fanny, "I did not write it." "I know you did not, dearest," said he; "you would not do such a thing, but who did? I cannot think it was Fanny, who was always so gentle, so guileless."
Miller entered his room, on his return from the office, Kate said, "In the course of two weeks, you or Fanny or both, will hear from Dr. Lacey." "Do not be too sanguine, Katy," answered Mr. Miller: "you may be disappointed." "Well," continued Kate, "if he pays no attention to your letter, I shall be satisfied that he really is undeserving of Fanny’s esteem.
"Yes, ma’am," answered Dunn, with a very low bow; and casting a furtive glance around to make sure that no one saw him, he drew from his pocket a letter, on which Julia instantly recognized Dr. Lacey’s handwriting. She took it and placed it in the pocket of her dress. On her way home, conscience clamored loudly in behalf of Fanny’s rights. It said, "Beware what you do! Give Fanny her letter.
The look of unhappiness in Fanny’s face and attitude, would have moved the proverbial stone. “I think if you change horses with me, Fanny, you’ll find it more comfortable, and we’ll turn about and go home.” “I wouldn’t get on that horse’s back, David Hosmer, if I had to die right here in the woods, I wouldn’t.” “Do you think you could manage to walk back that distance then?
I can lead the horses,” he suggested as a pis aller. “I guess I’ll haf to; but goodness knows if I’ll ever get there alive.” They were far up on the hill, which spot they had reached by painfully slow and labored stages, each refraining from mention of a discomfort that might interfere with the supposed enjoyment of the other, till Fanny’s note of protest.
There was something remarkably pleasing in his manner, and before breakfast was over he had completely won Fanny’s good opinion by kindly breaking her egg for her, and when she had the misfortune to drop the fork, he drew the attention of the company from her by relating an anecdote on himself, which was that he was once invited to a dinner party at the Hon.
This time, however, her interference was not necessary, for early next morning a carriage drew up in front of the Indian Nest. From it sprang Lida Gibson, who had recently returned from New York. She was full of talk, and within an hour after her arrival the story of Fanny’s engagement with Frank Cameron had been repeated in Dr. Lacey’s hearing at least three times.
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