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Lysle; "but first you must win those stripes, my boy, and if you win them as the sergeant did, mother shall be very proud of you." At which, the said sergeant hastily set the boy down, and, with confusion written all over his strong young face, made some excuse to disappear, for no man in the world is as shy or modest about his deeds of valor as is a North-West "Mounted."
"Aneta Lysle is one of the girls at Aylmer House. She is Lady Lysle's niece; and well you know I am tolerant enough, but I can't bear Aneta Lysle." Molly and Isabel were silent for a minute. "If you can't bear her," said Isabel, "then I don't suppose we'll like her either when we go to the school." "Oh yes, you will; you'll adore her sure to.
Martin, Maggie and I had a long talk yesterday, and will you put this matter into my hands?" "Good heavens! what next?" murmured Lady Lysle to herself. "Will you give me your husband's address, and may I go to see him?" "You mean the the shop?" said Mrs. Martin. "I don't go into that shop!" said Lady Lysle. "Yes, I mean the shop," said Aneta. "I want to go and see him there."
She has bowled over my two young urchins already, although she has been only a few hours at the rectory. What could Lady Lysle have to say against Maggie Howland?" "Oh, nothing nothing at all, and I ought not to have spoken; but it seems she does not much care for Mrs. Howland." "I think I can explain that," said Mr. Tristram. "Mrs. Howland means well, but is a rather silly sort of woman.
"I want to order fifty pounds of tea to be made up in half-pound packets and sent to my aunt, Lady Lysle, 16B Eaton Square," said Aneta. "The tea will be paid for on delivery, and please let it be the very best. I also want a hundred pound-packets of the best currants, and a hundred pound-packets of the best sugar." "Demerara, miss, or loaf?" inquired Martin, tremblingly putting down the order.
"But is she plain?" said Mrs. Cardew in some astonishment. "Do you know, I never noticed it." Lady Lysle laughed. "You never noticed how remarkably plain that girl is, my dear friend?" she said. "To be frank with you," said Mrs. Cardew, "I didn't think of her face at all. She has a pretty manner and a nice, sensible, agreeable way of talking. I do not think my girls can suffer injury from her."
This was accordingly done, and soon after ten o'clock Lady Lysle, who had not yet completed her morning toilet, was most amazed at being informed by her maid that Miss Lysle was waiting for her downstairs. "Aneta! You don't mean Aneta, Purcell?" "Yes, my lady; and she wants to see you in a very great hurry." "Then send her up to me." Purcell disappeared. Lady Lysle wondered what was wrong.
"You sent a letter yesterday to Maggie." "I did," said Mrs. Martin; "and great need I had to send it." "In that letter you informed Maggie that you and your husband were coming to see her to-morrow." "Bo-peep wishes I mean, James wishes to." "Really, Aneta, had not we better go?" said Lady Lysle. "Not yet, auntie, please. Mrs. Martin, I begged for a holiday to-day on purpose to come and see you."
"The best person to see these, as you suggested, Aneta," said Mrs. Ward, "is Sir Charles Lysle. They are really no good to Maggie, but ought to be sold for their utmost value for her benefit. She has many fine points, and considerable strength of character; and if you take her up, dear, I feel certain that she will be saved from all those things which would ruin a nature like hers."
Cardew; "and I like that girl, Miss Howland, although Lady Lysle seemed prejudiced against her at first." "Oh, she is a girl in a thousand," said Mr. Tristram; "so matter-of-fact and amiable and agreeable. See how she is talking to your husband at this very moment! I never saw a nicer or more modest young creature, but she is so exceedingly clever that she will push her own way anywhere.
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