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Aunt Barbara sunk down among the pillows which Hatty had arranged, quite exhausted, and for a while was too weak to say one word. Mrs. Lee brought her a glass of wine, and a light biscuit, and when Aunt Barbara had taken them she seemed better. Then she looked round the cheerful library, and said, “How pleasant it is here, and how nicely you have prepared for me!
Can't she get married? Time enough, surely." Oh dear, how can men be so silly! But I let it pass, for I wanted Hatty to come, much more than to make my Uncle Charles sensible. In fact, I am afraid the last would take too much time and labour. There, now, I should not have said that. "Won't you try, Uncle Charles? I do want her so much." "Child, I cannot interfere with my mother.
Sister Hatty, who loved Genevra, did all she could to heal the growing difference between us, but I trusted mother most. I believed that what she said was right, and so matters grew worse, until one night, the last we spent in Rome, I missed Genevra from our rooms, and starting in quest of her, found her in a little flower garden back of our dwelling.
Ambrose followed, and so did my Aunt Kezia, for she said men knew nought about airing beds, and it was as like as not Bessy would take the blankets from the wrong chest if she were not after her. Hatty was not in the room, and Flora had carried off her letter, which was from my Uncle Drummond. So Ephraim and I were left alone, for, somewhat to my surprise, he made no motion to follow the rest.
"Sam has told you one story, girls," said my Aunt Kezia, "and I will tell you another. You will find the singers changed when you go to church. Dan Oldfield and Susan Nixon are gone." "Dan and Susan!" cried Hatty. "The two best voices in the gallery!" "Well, you know, under old Mr Digby, there always used to be an anthem before the service began, in which Dan and Susan did their best to show off.
My Aunt Kezia and Mr Raymond have taken wonderfully to one another. Hatty said to her that she could not think how they got on when they chanced on politics. "Bless you, child, we never do!" said my Aunt Kezia. "We have got something better to talk about. And why should two brothers quarrel because one likes red heels to his shoes and the other admires black ones?"
He did not like the looks of himself bedraggled and wet, and dead, on the deck of the "Hatty," with that curious crowd looking at him, Mandy Ann with the rest. Strange that thoughts of Mandy Ann should flit through his mind as he decided against the cold bath in the St. John's and to face it, whatever it was.
“But how came Aunt Barbara here?” asked Hatty, with much interest. “I will tell you,” said Mrs. Lee. “We had been married three years, when I had a little, helpless, sickly baby. I was too feeble to take proper care of it, and your father was obliged to be too much away from home to give me any help. Aunt Barbara heard how weak and pale I was looking, and what a poor, suffering baby I had.
Hatty took a pleasure in making Meg look particularly nice that Sunday morning, and she was well pleased when her mother smilingly remarked at breakfast that Meg showed very plainly that she had fallen into good hands. “Hatty needs a little attention, herself,” added Mrs.
"Give me that book, Hester," said my Aunt Kezia; and Hatty passed it to her without a word. "Now, whom does this book belong?" "It is mine, Aunt Kezia," I said, as well as my sobs would let me; "and Hatty has found it, and she is teasing me dreadfully about it." "What is it, my dear?" said my Aunt Kezia. "It is my diary, Aunt Kezia; and I did not want Hatty to get hold of it."
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