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Our rooms are engaged for the fifteenth, at Saratoga; we've very little time left for the mountains, and it wouldn't be worth while to go off the regular track. We shall probably go down to the Profile on Saturday." And then da capo "Jefferson was no place really to stay at; you got the whole in the first minute," etc., etc. "Good-night, Mrs. Linceford.
Elinor shrunk; Mrs. Linceford showed a little high-bred demur about accepting the offered aid of their unknown traveling companion; but the good woman comprehended nothing of this, and went on insisting. "You'd better let me put it in right off; it's only just to drop it under the eyelid, and it'll work round till it finds the speck.
This diverted and absorbed their thoughts, for none of the ladies had ever forded a river before. "Are you sure it's safe?" asked Mrs. Linceford. "Safe as meetin'," returned Jim. "I'd drive across with my eyes shot." "Oh, don't!" cried Elinor. "I ain't agoin' ter; but I could, an' the hosses, too, for that matter."
Linceford had grown impatient; she had declared it impossible, when the splendid sunshine of that next day challenged them forth out of their dull sojourn, to remain there twenty-four hours longer, waiting for anything. Trunks or none, she would go on, and wait at Jefferson, at least, where there was something to console one.
Linceford had taken out her novel. The Haddens had each a book also in her bag, to be perfectly according to rule in their equipment; but they were not old travelers enough to care to begin upon them yet.
"Will you do a galop with me presently? if you don't get a better partner, I mean," said Master Thayne. "That wouldn't be much of a promise," answered Leslie, smiling. "I will, at any rate; that is, if after I've spoken to Mrs. Linceford." Mr. Wharne came up and said something to young Thayne, just then; and the latter turned eagerly to Leslie.
She leaned closer, and said quickly, glad of the little power to comfort, "I have some rose-glycerine here in my bag." Mrs. Linceford looked round at her; her face was really bright. As if she had not lost her one trunk also! "You are a phoenix of a traveling companion, you young thing!" the lady thought, and felt suddenly ashamed of her own unwonted discomfiture.
But it's partly the petticoat. He's such an artist's eye for color. He was raving about her all the while she stood hanging those shawls among the pines to keep the wind from Mrs. Linceford. She isn't downright pretty either. But she's got up exquisitely!"
Linceford, with a mingling in her tone of acknowledgment and of polite tolerance for a great liberty. When elegant people break their necks or their limbs, common ones may approach and assist; as, when a house takes fire, persons get in who never did before; and perhaps a suffering eye may come into the catalogue of misfortunes sufficient to equalize differences for the time being.
I'll see to havin' these 'ere stowed away in the baggage-room." And shouldering the bag, he seized the trunk by the handle and hauled it along over the rough embankment and up the steps, flaying one side as he went. "But, dear me! what am I to do?" said Mrs. Linceford piteously.
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