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"I can't imagine what you are talking about, Constance," said Edith. "And then, being a friend, you see," pursued Constance, "we can do nothing but fire a salute, instead of demolishing her." "Can't you!" said Fleda. "I am sure many a time I have felt as if you had left me nothing but my colours." "Except your prizes, my dear.
"If I hadn't a man-mountain of work upon me, I'd start out and shoot or steal something." "You shoot, Barby!" said Fleda laughing. "I guess I can do most anything I set my hand to. If I couldn't I'd shoot myself. It won't do to kill no more o' them chickens." "O no, now they are laying so finely. Well, I am going up the hill, and when I come home I'll try and make up something, Barby."
"Yes, aunt Lucy says she is here with her son, at least she says they were coming." "A very gentlemanly young man, indeed," said Mr. Ringgan. There was a grave silence. The old gentleman sat looking on the floor; Fleda sat looking into the fire, with all her might. "Well," said Mr. Ringgan after a little, "how would you like it, Fleda?" "What, grandpa?"
Heaven hasn't the same eyes for the city and the country." As Hugh and Fleda went quick up to the kitchen door they overtook a dark figure, at whom looking narrowly as she passed, Fleda recognised Seth Plumfield. He was joyfully let into the kitchen, and there proved to be the bearer of a huge dish carefully covered with a napkin.
In other matters he could be depended on, and the seed-time and harvest prospered well. There was hope of making a good payment to Dr. Gregory in the course of a few months. As the spring came forward, Fleda took care that her garden should both gardens, indeed. There she and Philetus had the game in their own hands, and beautifully it was managed. Hugh had full occupation at the mill.
I only wish it wa'n't out o' Queechy." Fleda thought on the whole, as she walked home, that she did not wish any such thing. Queechy seemed dismantled, and she thought she would rather go to a new place now that she had taken such a leave of everything here. Two things remained, however, to be taken leave of the house and Barby. Happily Fleda had little time for the former.
He was there; she saw him in a moment going forward to stop the machinery, the piece of timber in hand having walked its utmost length up to the saw; she saw him throwing aside the new-cut board, and adjusting what was left till it was ready for another march up to headquarters. When it stopped the second time Fleda went forward.
Two or three times the woman essayed to speak again, but could not. At last, however, she overcame her emotion and said: "So it was when M'sieu' Felix Marchand came up from the Sagalac." The old man started and muttered harshly, but Fleda had foreseen the entrance of the dissolute Frenchman into the tale, and gave no sign of surprise. "M'sieu' Marchand bought horses," the sad voice trailed on.
"It is only during haying and harvesting." "And you have to see to all this, poor little Fleda! I declare, if I was you, I'd do something " "No," said Fleda, quietly, "Mrs. Douglass and Barby manage the lunch between them. I am not at all desperate." "But to have to talk to these people!"
"I do, aunt Miriam, O I do," said Fleda, burying her face in her bosom; "I don't often feel so as I did to-day." "There comes not a cloud that its shadow is not wanted," said aunt Miriam. "I cannot see why, but it is that thou mayest bloom the brighter, my dear one." "I know it, " Fleda's words were hardly audible, "I will try "
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