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The Captain did not attempt to analyze. He was completely won, just as Mr. Howland wanted him to be. As he essayed to speak, Mr. Howland placed his hand on Dan's shoulder. "Now, not a word, Merrithew. We'll forget it all and start fresh."
The girl was laughing excitedly as she led the way to the dining-cabin and seated herself in front of a great, steaming nickel coffee-pot. Blushing radiantly she pointed to the other chair. "Sit down, Captain Merrithew." But Dan protested. "Now, really, Miss Howland," he laughed, "I can just as " "Captain," interrupted Virginia, sharply, "don't be a goose. There " She began to pour the coffee.
Howland striving, as their mother ever did, to reconcile their difficulties, and make them friends, he would listen to Mary's complaints against Andrew, and mark his displeasure by reproof or punishment.
But poor people of that sort were quite different from the Maggie Howland sort. Merry could not imagine any lord of the manor taking Maggie and Mrs. Howland in hand and providing them with all the good things of life. But all of a sudden it darted through her eager, affectionate little heart that she herself might be lord of the manor to Maggie, and might help Maggie out of her own abundance.
"Well, he can't say too much in its favor," said Maggie. "Any girl who didn't get good from it ought to be ashamed of herself." "What is that you are saying, Miss Howland?" said the voice of Mr. Cardew at that moment. "Oh father! I never saw you," cried Merry. Mr. Cardew came up and shook hands with Maggie.
The debate in council had occupied several days, and had evidently aroused strong feelings. Undoubtedly Mr. Brown's decision was affected by the affront that he considered had been put upon him by virtually removing him from the confederate council and sending Mr. Howland instead of himself to Washington as the colleague of Mr. Galt.
Acting from the good impulses with which she had inspired his better nature, he went to the teacher, who readily consented to take him back into the school on his promise of more orderly conduct in future. "Andrew has gone back to school," said Mrs. Howland to her husband, on his return home in the evening. "Gone back to school? I thought the teacher had expelled him."
Howland, in a grave tone. "What has the poor child done, now?" inquired the mother, in a troubled voice. "He went off to see the soldiers, though he had been expressly forbidden to leave the house after coming home from school." "Oh, dear! He's always doing something wrong what will become of him?" sighed the mother. "Heaven only knows! If he escape the gallows in the end, it will be a mercy.
"Leave Aylmer House!" said Maggie. "Oh no, mother!" "I knew you'd make a fuss about it," said Mrs. Howland. "He has a great dislike to what he calls fine folks. He speaks of them as daisies, and he hates daisies." "But, mother mother dear before he comes, tell me something about him. Where did you meet him? Who is he? A clergyman a barrister? What is he, mother?" Mrs.
"Mother can't let him go to the front door again." "You won't tell father, will you?" urged the child, lifting, earnestly, his large, bright, innocent eyes to his mother's face. "Say, you won't tell him?" Grieved, perplexed, and troubled, Mrs. Howland knew not what to say, nor how to act. "Dear mother!" urged the boy, "you won't tell father? Say you won't?"
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