Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 22, 2025
I went over to Glenby the next day and found Betty under the beeches on the lawn, just back from a canter. She was sitting on the dappled mare I had given her on her last birthday, and was laughing at the antics of her rejoicing dogs around her. I looked at her with much pleasure; it gladdened me to see how much, nay, how totally a child she still was, despite her Churchill height.
I endured this sort of thing for a year and then I decided that it was time to interfere seriously. I must find a husband for Betty...my fatherly duty would not be fulfilled until I had...nor, indeed, my duty to society. She was not a safe person to have running at large. None of the men who haunted Glenby was good enough for her. I decided that my nephew, Frank, would do very well.
Now, at eighteen, she probably thought me a veritable ancient of days. Pshaw, what did it matter? And yet...I thought of her as I had seen her, standing under the pines, and something cold and painful laid its hand on my heart. My premonitions as to lovers proved correct. Glenby was soon infested with them. Heaven knows where they all came from.
And was I not pleased at the success of my scheme? Certainly I was! Delighted! Next day Frank went to Glenby without even making the poor pretense of asking me to accompany him. I spent the time of his absence overseeing the construction of a new greenhouse I was having built. I was conscientious in my supervision; but I felt no interest in it.
She had dropped a rose on the brown floor, and I had sneaked back, after I had left her the house, to get it, before I went home. I had it now in my pocket-book. Confound it, mightn't a future uncle cherish a family affection for his prospective niece? Frank's wooing seemed to prosper. The other young sparks, who had haunted Glenby, faded away after his advent.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking