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Carleton, "the writer was thinking of a gentler and more diffusive flow of kind feeling, which, however it may meet with barren ground and raise no fruit there, is sure, in due time, to come back, heaven-refined, to refresh and replenish its source." "Perhaps so," said Fleda, with a very pleased answering look "I do not recollect how it is brought in I may have answered rather Mrs.
Fleda was satisfied to see the buckle made fast, and that Watkins, roused by her hint, or by the cause of it, afterwards took a somewhat careful look over the whole establishment. In high glee then she climbed to her seat in the little wagon, and her grandfather coming out coated and hatted, with some difficulty mounted to his place beside her.
But more than surprise and affection struck Fleda's heart. "And where are they all, Fleda? Can't I see them?" "You must wait till I have prepared them Hugh and aunt Lucy are not very well. I don't know that it will do for you to see them at all to-night, Marion." "Not to-night! They are not ill?" "No only enough to be taken care of not ill. But it would be better to wait" "And my father?"
She suddenly checked herself, and her eye which had been sparkling grew quiet. "It is very absurd!" said Mr. Stackpole. "Why, Sir?" "Oh, these people have nothing to do with such things do them nothing but harm!" "May I ask again, what harm?" said Fleda, gently. "Unfit them for the duties of their station, and make them discontented with it." "By making it pleasanter?"
And indeed though he whirled round and eat his toast at the fire discontentedly, his look came back to her after a little with even more than its usual gentle appreciation. "What do you suppose you have come to New York for?" said he. "To see you, sir, in the first place, and the Evelyns in the second." "And who in the third?" "I am afraid the third place is vacant," said Fleda smiling.
Fleda was going on, but she suddenly became aware that the eye to which she was speaking had ceased to look at the Evelyns, even in imagination, and she stopped short. "Will you trust me, after this, to see Mrs. Evelyn without the note?" said he smiling. But Fleda gave him her hand very demurely without raising her eyes again, and he went.
The eyes met hers, and then seemed to reflect her doubt, for they remained as fixed as her own while the lady quickening her steps came up to her. "I am sure," she said, holding out her hand, and with a gentle graciousness that was very agreeable, "I am sure you are somebody I know. What is your name?" "Fleda Ringgan."
One evening in September, the family were sitting in the room where they had had tea, for the benefit of the fire, when Barby pushed open the kitchen door and came in. "Fleda, will you let me have one of the last papers? I've a notion to look at it." Fleda rose and went to rummaging in the cupboards. "You can have it again in a little while," said Barby, considerately.
"Well, we can keep Thanksgiving day, Fleda, without a dinner," said Hugh cheerfully. "Yes indeed; I am sure I can after being among these people to-night. How much I have that they want! Look at the Great Bear over there! isn't that better than New York?" "The Great Bear hangs over New York too," Hugh said with a smile. "Ah but it isn't the same thing.
I should have said the sentiment was quite soft and tender enough for a woman." "Don't you agree with it, Mr. Carleton?" repeated Mrs. Evelyn. "I beg leave to second Mr. Stackpole's motion," he said, smiling. "Fleda, my dear, you must explain yourself; the gentlemen are at a stand." "I believe, Mrs.
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