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"Tell her, Uncle George," she said, speaking slowly and with great emphasis, "that I did what I did for father. Tell her that for no one else but father would I hurt her, and ask her to forgive me just because I am an Irish girl; and I love oh! I love my father so dearly." "I will take her your message, my dear," said Mr. Hartrick, and then he stooped and kissed his niece.
"She" happened to be the engine. Into this train now got English Molly and Irish Nora. Mr. Hartrick pronounced it quite the vilest service he had ever traveled by. He began to grumble the moment he got into the train. "It crawls," he said; "and it absolutely has the cheek to call itself an express."
"Well, perhaps they would go somewhere else for the couple of months we should need to occupy the house during the summer. Anyhow, I feel that I must do something for Ellen's sake; but I will let you know more after I have been there." Mrs. Hartrick asked a few more questions. After a time she said: "Is Nora to remain here?" "Yes. I was going to speak to you about that.
Hartrick, who turned slowly on her pillow, and said to herself, "I am quite certain that wicked girl Molly has been disturbing our poor little traveler." But she fell asleep, and Nora lay thinking of Molly. How queer she was! And yet and yet she was the only person in the English home who had yet managed to touch Nora's warm Irish heart. The rest of the day passed somewhat soberly.
"It's she that is fond of a good sweet such as they make for us in the States. But have the box won't you, Mrs. Hartrick? I have brought it to you as a token of my regard." "Indeed? Thank you very much, Miss Miller," said Mrs. Hartrick in a chilly voice. She laid the box on a side-table. The girls went out into the grounds.
Now she could cry, and cry she did right bitterly. It occurred to Stephanotie that, as she could not wear the rose-colored dress, as she must go perforce to the Hartricks' in her dove-colored cashmere, with its very neat velvet collar and cuffs, she would at least make her entrance a little striking. "Why not take a box of bon-bons to Mrs. Hartrick?" she said to herself.
Hartrick in a melancholy tone; "but I am grieved to tell you that there is something else to follow. That little Irish girl is quite as cheeky, even more cheeky than Molly. I fear I must ask you to say a word to her; I shall require her to be respectful to me while she is here. She spoke very rudely to me just now, simply because I found it my duty to correct Molly."
The rest of us would like to have them." "I will let you know presently, Linda," said her mother; and Linda was obliged, to her disgust, to leave the room. "Now, then, my dear," said Mr. Hartrick, "I don't at all like to call you over the coals; but I think it is a pity to speak against Molly so much as you do in her sister's presence.
"It cannot be; something must happen to prevent it," she thought. She thought and thought, and suddenly a daring idea came into her mind. All her life long her mother's relations had been brought up to her as the pink of propriety, the souls of wealth. Her uncle, George Hartrick, was, according to her mother, a wealthy man. Her mother had often described him.
Hartrick did not reply; he looked puzzled and thoughtful. Nora, after a moment's silence, spoke again. "I am most grateful to you. I believe you have done what is best at least what you think best.
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