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Bentley Upham was a year ahead and had a good standing, but he felt a little jealous of the young country fellow "bumpkin" he would have liked to call him, but he was not that. A young man received at Mr. Giles Leverett's, and who sometimes escorted Mrs. Stevens to an entertainment, was not to be ignored.
There was a little grandson in Sudbury Street, and Mercy had proved a very agreeable daughter-in-law. Warren had begun to prosper again, and was full of hope. The children at Hollis Leverett's were growing rapidly. They no longer said "little Sam." He was almost a young man.
She could see the longing in Uncle Leverett's face and hear his wistful voice there in the dark. He had come to the ship and given her the first greeting and brought her home. Yes, she supposed she was his little girl. Guardians were to take care of one's money; you did not have to live with them, of course. Uncle Leverett was something in a business way, too; and he loved her.
He then added: "By the same rule, I may say without offence, by no means let any people say that you go by no measures in your conduct but Mr. Byfield's and Mr. Leverett's. This I speak, not from any personal prejudice against the gentlemen, but from a due consideration of the disposition of the people, and as a service to your Excellency."
It was Chilian Leverett's voice, and he held out his hand. She looked so bright now and there was a little color in her cheeks, an eager interest about her. He was afraid she was going to be a rather dull child. "Yes; it's almost like home, you know; only when we lived here it wasn't so topsy-turvy." "Did you feel queer when you woke up this morning?" thinking it his duty to smile.
Leverett's estimation, and knowing how to make a good home her greatest accomplishment. They looked over Doris' chest and found some simple gowns, mostly summer ones, pairs of fine stockings that had been cut down and made over by Miss Arabella's dainty fingers, and underclothes of a delicate quality.
Sometimes when Uncle Win was going out to a supper or to stay away all the evening she would go up and spend the night with Betty, and sit in the old corner, for it was Uncle Leverett's favorite place whether there was fire or not. He was as fond as ever of listening to her chatter. She always brought a message to Aunt Priscilla about Solomon.
Chilian Leverett colored, without a cause he thought, and it annoyed him. "Are you going back to India to-day?" She was not interested in Chilian Leverett's answer. Captain Corwin laughed heartily and patted her shoulder. "Not to-day, nor even next week. The cargo will have to be taken off, little missy, and a new one stowed away. And I fancy there must be some repairs.
"We are there, dear, safe and housed from the storm. You have been asleep on my knee. Come to bed now. Say good-night." She stood the little girl up on her feet and put one arm around her. It was against Elizabeth Leverett's theories that any child should go off peaceably, with no snarling protest. Chilian raised his book a little, hoping in the depths of his soul there would be no scene.
"No, sir." There was a lingering inflection in her tone that missed satisfaction. "Are you not happy at Cousin Leverett's?" "Happy? Oh, yes." She glanced up in a little surprise. "But the money would be to make someone else happy." "Ah!" He nodded encouragingly. "Betty is going to a party." "And she has been teasing her mother for some finery?" "She hasn't any pretty gown.
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