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There was "Miss Margaret," who had squeezed her large person and fluttering draperies out of the family automobile, and was waiting to shed tears over her favourite daughter; there was Celeste, radiant with a wonderful piece of news which she alone was to impart to her sister; there were Peggy and Maria, shot up suddenly into two amazingly-gawky girls; there was Master Castleman Lysle, the only son of the house, with his black-eyed and bad-tempered French governess.
"I don't want to; she never suited me a bit," said the mother, "and I am very happy with Bo-peep." "Well, at least you may feel," said Aneta, "that I am going to be Maggie's special friend." Mrs. Martin stood silent while Lady Lysle and her niece walked down the little path and got into the carriage. When the carriage rolled away she burst into a flood of tears.
Then she continued the conversation by saying, "It is really a curious fact that Lady Lysle, my great friend, who was here this afternoon, spoke to me in terms of the warmest approbation with regard to Mrs. Ward and Aylmer House. She says that her own niece Aneta is a member of the school. She further said that there were two vacancies at present, and she urged me to send my girls there.
Just before leaving the house she looked in at Maggie. "I'm off, Mags. It's all right. I shall probably see you about tea-time." Before Maggie had time even to expostulate Aneta closed the door, and a minute or two later had stepped into the cab which Agnes had called for her. The cabman was desired to drive Miss Lysle to Lady Lysle's house in Eaton Square.
"You went to Laburnum Villa this morning? Tasty place, that, eh?" "Yes, a very comfortable sort of house. My aunt, Lady Lysle, and I went together." "Her ladyship and you?" "We drove there." "I hope the neighbors saw," said Martin. "They'll come in shoals to see Little-sing after they've peeped at her ladyship's carriage." Aneta could scarcely keep back a smile. "Mr.
"I never was put in such a dreadful position before," said Lady Lysle, "and really even you, Aneta, go too far when you expect me to do this." "But you would visit a poor woman in East London without the smallest compunction," said Aneta. "That is different," replied Lady Lysle with dignity.
If Maggie imagined that it was through her influence they had come to Aylmer House, Aneta was positive that they would never have entered the school but for her and her aunt, Lady Lysle. Besides, they were her very own cousins, and she loved them both dearly.
Lady Lysle put up her hand to pull the check-string. "Pray, auntie, don't do that. Maggie isn't the daughter of a grocer, and she can't help her mother having married this dreadful man. I want Maggie to have nothing to do with her stepfather in the future, and I mean to carry out my ideas, and you have got to help me." "Indeed, I will do nothing of the kind. What a disgraceful girl!
I should consider myself a most wicked, discontented girl were I anything else. And, please, may I take you to see mother?" Merry brought up her new friend to introduce her to Mrs. Cardew, who for the first moment, remembering what Lady Lysle had said, was a trifle stiff to Maggie Howland, but two minutes afterward was chatting to her in a pleasant and very friendly manner.
I should not have supposed the Tristram girls and Miss Howland were in the same set." "Why, what is wrong?" said Mrs. Cardew, who was exceedingly particular as regarded the people whom her daughters knew. "Oh, nothing, nothing," said Lady Lysle. "I happen not particularly to like Mrs. Howland; but doubtless I am prejudiced."
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