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Goodriche; and the next minute she came out of her parlour, followed by a tall round-faced girl of about twelve years of age, in very deep mourning. "My niece, Mr. Fairchild," said Mrs. Goodriche; "but tell me, have you breakfasted?"
Goodriche were only waiting for Miss Bessy to follow the little girls into the garden; and there, whilst they worked and chatted together, Lucy and Emily and Miss Goodriche were employed in cutting off faded flowers, and picking up the dead leaves from the ground. More about Bessy It may be supposed that Mrs.
No one went away without some useful gift; but these meetings and partings were sad, and made some wish they were in that blessed state in which there shall be no more sorrow, nor any more tears. Mary Bush, and nurse, and Margery, however, said that if Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild must go, they could not have chosen anyone they should have liked so well as Mrs. Goodriche.
Goodriche; "ate the moon? Are you sure, Bessy?" What! cried Mrs. Goodriche." "Yes, it is here," replied Bessy; "the real moon out of the sky these are the very words." "Nonsense!" said Mrs. Goodriche; "dear child, you are reading nonsense; don't you perceive it?" "I don't know," replied Bessy, gaping; "I was not attending what is it?" "Don't you know what you have been reading?" asked Mrs.
"Don't you remember, Bessy," replied Mrs. Goodriche, "that I never attend to anything you say when you begin with 'la'!" "We always said it at school," she answered. "May be so," replied Mrs. Goodriche, "and you may say it here, if you please; but, as I tell you, I shall never attend to anything you say when you put in any words of that kind."
I shall go into my school-room with my little girls, and leave you and Bessy to yourselves; you will see us again about twelve o'clock." "Very right," replied Mrs. Goodriche, with a smile; "and I trust that Bessy and I shall be as busy as you will be." So Mrs. Goodriche went to her room, and when she came back with two large bags and several books, there was no Miss Bessy to be found.
Bessy will make intimacies with every cottager in the wood, and I shall not be able to help it." "I believe you are right, Mrs. Goodriche," replied Mr. Fairchild; "and I wish we could find a house for you in our village." Mr. Fairchild looked very anxiously at Bessy when he saw her again. There was a great appearance of good temper and kindness about her which pleased him.
Goodriche had, and some young ducks which had been hatched a few days before, with many other pretty things. When dinner was ready, Mrs. Fairchild called the children in, and they all sat down, full of joy, to eat roast fowl and some boiled bacon, with a nice cold currant and raspberry pie. After dinner Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild and Mrs.
"May we run, Betty?" asked Lucy and Emily; and having got leave, they set off at full speed, and got into the house just in time. "Come, Miss Goodriche," said Betty; "you can run, I know, as well as the best of them, so why don't you set off too? As for me, I have not got my best bonnet on, for I foresaw there would be showers, and I have nothing else that can hurt.
Goodriche, the Catholic priest, demanded access to her upon one occasion. She at first declined his visit, but afterwards received it, under the idea, perhaps, that he might have news from Mr. Middlemas, as he called himself. The interview was a very short one, and the priest left the lady's apartment in displeasure, which his prudence could scarce disguise from Mr. Gray.
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