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The crossing was a rough one, but the Irish girl did not suffer from seasickness. She stood leaning over the taffrail chatting to the captain, who thought her one of the most charming passengers he ever had to cross in the Munster; and when they arrived at the opposite side, Mr. Hartrick was waiting for his niece. He often said since that he would never forget his first sight of Nora O'Shanaghgan.
I only do my duty; I hope I shall never fail in that." Mrs. Hartrick rose from the tea-table, and Linda soon afterward followed her. Mr. Hartrick was seen coming down the avenue. He generally walked from the station. He came in now. "What a hot day it is!" he said. "Pour me out a cup of tea, Linda. I am very thirsty." He flung himself into an easy chair, and Linda waited on him.
"It would make me shudder, you mean," said Mrs. Hartrick. "Really, Nora, your account of your mother's home is rather disparaging; two or three very rough servants, and no more. But I understood you lived in castle." "Oh, a castle may mean anything; but it is not fair for you and Uncle George to think we are rich, for we are very poor. And," continued Nora, "for my part, I love to be poor."
For the first time the vigorous intention, the fierce resolve which was bearing her onward, was checked, and checked by so mighty a reason that she could not quite see her way out of the present difficulty. To ask her Aunt Grace for money would be worse than useless. Nora was a sufficient reader of character to be quite certain that Mrs. Hartrick when she said a thing meant it.
"It is very kind of Mrs. Hartrick to send you an invitation, Stephie," said her aunt. "Oh, bother that, Aunt Violet! You know perfectly well she would not ask me if Molly and Nora had not got it out of her." "Well, we did try our best and most conoodling ways," said Nora in a soft voice. "Ah, didn't you, you little Irish witch; and I guess you won, too.
Her eyes were smarting with unshed tears. She went out into the shrubbery in search of Molly. "But for Molly I should break my heart," she thought. Mrs. Hartrick made all necessary arrangements, and on the following Monday Nora accompanied her cousin to school. Molly was much delighted. "Now I shall be able to work," she said, "and I won't be guilty of slang when you are by.
She spread it before her; then she found that her dazed eyes could not see the words. What was the misery of the morning to the agony of this moment? "Read it for me," she said in a piteous voice. "I I cannot see." "Sit down, my dear; you will faint if you don't." "Oh! everything is going round. Is he is he dead?" "No, dear; nothing very wrong." "Read read!" said Nora. Mrs. Hartrick did read.
"Irish!" said Mrs. Hartrick in a tone of quivering scorn. "I don't mean anything of that sort. I allude to your acquaintance with French, German, and Italian." "I do know a very little French," said Nora; "that is, I can read one or two books in French. Mother taught me what I know; but I do not know any German or any Italian.
Molly, at the other end of the table, bit her lip furiously, and stretched out her hand to help herself to another thick piece of bread and butter. In doing so she upset a small milk-jug; a stream of milk flowed down the tablecloth, and Mrs. Hartrick rose in indignation. "This is the fourth evening running you have spilt something on the tablecloth, Molly. Go to your room immediately."
Hartrick was standing in the great square central hall, waiting for her guests. Stephanotie ran up to her. "It's very good of you indeed to ask me," she said; "and please accept this won't you? It's from an American girl, a trophy to remember her by." "Indeed?" said Mrs. Hartrick, flushing very brightly. She stepped back a little; the huge box of bon-bons was forced into her hands.
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