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Linda thought for a moment, then went into the room where her mother was busy writing. Mrs. Hartrick had just finished her letter. She looked up when Linda approached. "Well, darling?" she said. Mrs. Hartrick was very fond of Linda, and petted her a great deal more than Molly. "Oh, mother! I am vexed," said Linda. "Is it quite settled?" "Is what settled, my dear?"
"What are your ideas with regard to understanding Molly?" said Mrs. Hartrick in that very calm and icy voice which irritated poor Nora almost past endurance. She was speechless for a moment, struggling with fresh emotion. "Oh! I wish " she began. "And I wish, my dear Nora, that you would remember the politeness due to your hostess.
You will be heartily welcome, my little Irish niece. Your affectionate uncle, George Hartrick." Nora could scarcely read the words aloud. When she had finished she let the sheet of paper flutter to the floor, and looked at her mother with glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes. "I may go? I must go," she said. "My dear Nora," said Mrs. O'Shanaghgan, "why that must?"
As subsequent events proved, it was lucky for her that she did do so. By the post on the following morning there came two letters for Nora. She hailed them with a cry of delight. "At last!" she said. Mrs. Hartrick was not in the room; she had a headache, and did not get up to breakfast. Terence had already started for town.
"I guess I'm not likely to change," answered Stephanotie. "I was born with a love of bon-bons, and I'll keep it to the end of the chapter." But now Mrs. Hartrick and Mrs. O'Shanaghgan had met. The two English ladies immediately began to understand each other. Mrs.
"You don't knock over furniture when you walk about; and the dining-room table is so big that, even if you did spill a jug of milk, father would not be angry." Mrs. Hartrick uttered a sigh. "Oh, we are wild over there," continued Nora; "we have no conventionalities. We share and share alike; we don't mind whether we are rich or poor.
At the eleventh hour there had come a great surprise to Nora and Molly; for Mrs. Hartrick and Linda were bringing Stephanotie with them. How this came to pass was more than either girl could possibly conjecture; but they both felt that it was the final crown of their happiness.
Hartrick was returning to England by an early train, and the carriage, which was to convey him to the station, was already at the door. Mrs. O'Shanaghgan was almost tearful at the thought of parting with her beloved brother. Molly, delighted at being allowed to stay on at the Castle, was also present; but Nora's entrance on the scene caused Mrs. O'Shanaghgan to speak fretfully.
There was a staid, sober sort of solemnity about this kiss which influenced Nora and made a lump come into her throat. This gracious English lady was very charming, and she felt at once that she would love her. "The child is tired, Grace," said her husband to Mrs. Hartrick. "Where are the girls? Why are they not present?"
She burst into sudden tears, and ran out of the room. In a few moments Linda came back. "Molly is storming," she said; "she is in an awful rage." "Sit down, Linda, and don't tell tales of your sister," answered Mrs. Hartrick in an annoyed voice. "Dear me, mother!" said Linda; "and where is Nora?" "Nora is a very impertinent little girl. She is wild, however, and unbroken.
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