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"No doubt it has; and in these cases the cure is a more complicated matter. I should think the roses would be useful there?" Fleda's mind was crossed by an indistinct vision of peas, asparagus, and sweet corn; she said nothing. "An indirect remedy is sometimes the very best that can be employed.
No one dreamed, amid their busy, bustling, thoughtless life, how often, in the street, in her bed, in company and alone, her mother's last prayer was in Fleda's heart; well cherished; never forgotten. Her education and Hugh's meanwhile went on after the old fashion. If Mr. Rossitur had more time, he seemed to have no more thought for the matter; and Mrs.
The door of that was only on the latch, and a gentle movement of it gave to Fleda's eye the tall figure of aunt Miriam, just before her, stooping down to look in at the open mouth of the oven, which she was at that moment engaged in supplying with more work to do.
Fleda's ear was too near the crack of the door, not to have the benefit of more of their conversation than she cared for. It soon put quiet of mind out of the question. "He'll twist himself up pretty short that's my sense of it; and he wont take long to do it, nother," said Earl Douglass's voice. Fleda would have known it anywhere, from its extreme peculiarity.
"Are you acquainted with the commission I have been charged with?" she said, when her narrations had at last lapsed into silence, and Fleda's eyes had returned to the ground. "I suppose so, Ma'am, " said Fleda, with a little smile. "It is a very pleasant charge" said Mrs. Carleton, softly kissing her cheek.
Mourning so often goes alone, that I should think grief might be excused for shunning its company." "And as you have not put it on yet," said Constance, "you won't feel the change. And then in reality after all he was only a cousin." Fleda's quiet mood, sober and tender as it was, could go to a certain length of endurance, but this asked too much.
"Sold sold, and everything in it." "Papa's books, Mamma! and all the things in the library!" exclaimed Hugh, looking terrified. Mrs. Rossitur's face gave the answer; do it in words she could not. The children were a long time silent, trying hard to swallow this bitter pill; and still Hugh's hand was in his mother's, and Fleda's head lay on her bosom.
"The headache? yes." "You will owe your physician a great many thanks, my dear Fleda," said Mrs. Evelyn. Fleda's only answer to this, however, was by a very slight smile; and she presently left the room to go up stairs and arrange her yet disarranged hair. "That is a very fine girl," remarked Mrs. Evelyn, preparing half a cup of coffee for herself in a kind of amused abstraction, "my friend Mr.
And besides, it was a pleasant day, and they drove fast, and Fleda's particular delight was driving; and though the horse was a little gay she had a kind of intuitive perception that Mr. Carleton knew how to manage him. So she gave up every care and was very happy. When Mr. Carleton asked after her grandfather, Fleda answered with great animation, "O, he's very well! and such a happy thing.
Fleda turned away to the daughter, who came forward and shook hands with a frank look of pleasure at the sight of her elder visitor. "Barby," said Mrs. Plumfield, "this is little Fleda Ringgan do you remember her?" "I 'mind to know!" said Barby, transferring her hand to Fleda's, and giving it a good squeeze. "She's growed a fine gal, Mis' Plumfield.
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