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"And so am I that's the best of the fun," said Stephanotie; "and I mean to give her something to remember me by." "Whom do you mean?" said Rose. "Why, my good, respected hostess, Mrs. Hartrick." "What do you mean to give her?" asked Rose. "This. How do you like it? It's full of bon-bons." Rose, notwithstanding her virtuous and commonplace mind, had a secret leaning toward bon-bons.
"It's like all other education, nothing but grind, grind; but I suppose something will come of it in the long run." "What are you talking about, girls?" said Mrs. Hartrick, who just then appeared upon the scene. "Nora, I am pleased; to get very good reports of your music." "Oh!" said Nora, "I am glad you have come, Aunt Grace; and I shall be able to speak to you.
"I have seen the waves like that; but, oh! in the summer they can be so sweet and conoodling." "What in the world is that?" said Mrs. Hartrick. "Oh, it is one of our Irish words; there's no other way to express it. And then there are the cliffs, and the great caves, and the yellow, yellow sands, and the shells, and the seaweeds, and the fish, and the boating, and and "
The appearance of The Parson and the Painter was one of the events of the Nineties though it was not boomed into notoriety as were the performances of some other illustrators of the period as ingenious as Barnum in the art of advertisement and there was not an artist who did not hail May as a master. But Hartrick and Sullivan went further.
It is a sad pity that so pretty a girl should grow up wild. We had better keep her with us for the next two or three years. She will soon tame down and learn our English habits; then, with her undeniable Irish charm and great beauty, she will be able to do something with her life." "I shall be quite pleased to have her," said Mrs. Hartrick in a cordial tone.
Hartrick, who read between the lines of his sister's letter, wrote to say that business would bring him to Holyhead on the following Tuesday week also, and, therefore, it would be quite convenient for him to meet Nora on that day. The evening before she was to depart arrived at last. The Squire had spent a busy day.
The two letters were written, the last one relieving Nora's feelings not a little. She put them into separate envelopes and stamped them. Mrs. Hartrick rose, went over to her desk, and saw Nora's letters. "Oh, you have written to your parents," she said. "Quite right, my dear. But why put them into separate envelopes? They could go nicely in one.
"Look at the tablecloth, father," said Linda. "I think, Linda, you had better run out of the room," said Mr. Hartrick. He spoke in an annoyed voice. "Certainly, father, I will go; but don't you want another cup of tea first?" "Your mother shall pour it out for me. Go, my dear go." "Only, mother, is it necessary that we should not ask the Challoners because Molly is naughty?
Molly and Linda both started for school immediately after an early breakfast. Terence went to town with his uncle, and Nora and her aunt were left alone. She had earnestly hoped that she might have had one of her first important talks with Mr. Hartrick before he left that morning; but he evidently had no idea of giving her an opportunity.
"I feel all in silken chains, and it is not a bit pleasant; but how dear mammy oh, I must think of her as mother how mother would enjoy it all!" The horses were going slowly uphill, and now they paused at some handsome iron gates. These were opened by a neatly dressed woman, who courtesied to Mr. Hartrick, and glanced with curiosity at Nora.
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