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"Didenhover's cleared out," he burst forth, at length, abruptly. "What!" said Fleda and Barby at once, the broom and the biscuits standing still. "Mr. Didenhover." "What of him?" "He has tuk himself off out o' town." "Where to?" "I can't tell where teu he aint coming back, tain't likely." "How do you know?"
But why did you, uncle Orrin? I might have been left utterly alone." "Why," said the doctor, "I was going out, and a friend, that I thought I could confide in, promised to take care of you." "A friend! Nobody came near me," said Fleda. "Then I'll never trust anybody again," said the doctor. "But what were you hammering at, mentally, just now? Come, you shall tell me."
"He's very good!" said Constance, hugging herself, and taking a fresh supply of butter; "but don't let him know I have been to see you, or he'll tell you all sorts of evil things about me, for fear you should innocently be contaminated. Don't you like to be taken care of?" "Very much," said Fleda, smiling, "by people that know how."
Half way up the hill stood three ancient chestnut trees; veritable patriarchs of the nut tribe they were, and respected and esteemed as patriarchs should be. "There are no 'dropping nuts' to-day, either," said Fleda, to whom the sight of her forest friends in the distance probably suggested the thought, for she had not spoken for some time. "I suppose there hasn't been frost enough yet."
"I think it is very pleasant in November," said little Fleda, sedately. "Don't you know Bryant's 'Death of the Flowers, Rossitur?" said his friend, smiling. "What have you been doing all your life?" "Not studying the fine arts at West Point, Mr. Carleton." "Then sit down here, and let me mend that place in your education. Sit down! and I'll give you something better than woodcock.
They parted in high good-humour; but Charlton looked grave as he went down the staircase; and, very oddly, all the way down to Whitehall his head was running upon the various excellencies and perfections of his cousin Fleda. "There is a fortune coming Towards you, dainty, that will take thee thus, And set thee aloft."
"Yes " said Fleda, hesitating and looking a little confused, "but will you let me write a note instead, Mr. Carleton?" "Certainly! but what are you thinking of, Elfie? what grave doubt is lying under your brow?" All Fleda's shadows rolled away before that clear bright eye.
"I was thinking," said Fleda, looking up and laughing "I was moralizing to myself upon the curious equalization of happiness in the world I just sheered off from a feeling of envy, and comfortably reflected that one measures happiness by what one knows not by what one does not know; and so that in all probability I have had near as much enjoyment in the little number of plants that I have brought up and cherished and know intimately, as you, sir, in your superb walk through fairyland."
But Fleda knew nothing of it; and when she had finally parted from aunt Miriam, and was seated in the little wagon on her way home, to her fancy the best friend she had in the world was sitting beside her. Neither was her judgment wrong, so far as it went. She saw true where she saw at all. But there was a great deal she could not see. Mr. Carleton was an unbeliever.
They almost smothered Fleda with their delighted caresses, and ran so hard their questions about her looks and her illness, that she was well nigh spared the trouble of answering.
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