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'Father calls me the comfort of his life. No one ever, ever said I was ugly before, Aunt Agnes. 'I perceive that you are an exceedingly vain little girl; but that will be soon knocked out of you. 'How? asked Jasmine. 'When my dear friend, Mrs Macintyre, starts her noble school. 'School! said Jasmine, turning a little pale. 'But father says he will never allow any of us to go to school.
Mrs Macintyre was a highly educated woman. She had lost both husband and children, and was therefore stranded on the shores of life. There was little or no hope for her, unless her friend Agnes took her up. Now, therefore, was the time for Agnes Delacour to attack that strange being, her brother-in-law, whom she had neglected so long.
'Take the rag off, and we 'll see for ourselves how much it hurts, said Mrs Macintyre. The girls and teachers all stood wondering by. The only one who felt sorry was Hollyhock. The rag was removed, and Mrs Macintyre, gazing keenly at the scratch, said in a disdainful voice, 'I never heard such a fuss about nothing at all.
Mrs Macintyre heaved an inward sigh. Outwardly her manner was exceedingly cold and at the same time determined. 'I have sent for you, Leucha Villiers, she said, 'to ask you if you now intend to restore peace and harmony to the school. 'What do you mean, Mrs Macintyre? said Leucha. 'My child, you know quite well what I mean. Your dear and noble young friend'
The Duke abruptly left the house, and Mrs Macintyre, with her eyes full of tears, put Hollyhock's special locket aside without even opening it, and gave orders in the Duke's name that the greatest doctors be summoned to the bedside of the sick girl. Then she called her most esteemed English teacher to her side. 'You must do it, my dear, she said. 'Do what, dear Mrs Macintyre?
And when they went up the long flight of steps and into the wide, warm, beautiful hall, Teen's shyness returned to her, and if it had been possible she would have turned and fled. It did not occur to Gladys to give her guest quarters at the lodge beside Mrs. Macintyre, where, it might have been thought, she would be more at home.
Mount Marcy, Mount MacIntyre, and Mount Haystack are to be remembered as the three royal summits of the state. If the general reader will pardon a seeming digression to gratify the curiosity of some of my boating friends, I will give from the report of the Adirondack Survey Mr.
'I'll come fast enough, said Mrs. Macintyre, rubbing away as for dear life at her wash-board, upon which the big salt tears were dropping surreptitiously. 'Me no' want to leave this place? I'm no' that fond o't. Sometimes it's a perfect wee hell in this stair; it's no' guid for Tammy or ony wean.
Little did any one in that great house suspect what was going on during those hours devoted to peaceful slumber. Mrs Macintyre was dreaming of the Duke, and of the great honour he was about to confer on her school. Leucha, worn-out and unhappy, was sleeping peacefully at last. Every girl in the school was at rest, with the exception of the one girl who had yet to perform her feat of valour.
She loathed the thing unspeakably; but Mrs Macintyre had no idea of letting her off. 'Come, Leucha, she said, 'you have got something to say to your companions. You are wearing a rag on your hand. Take it off. 'It hurts, said Leucha, meaning her hand, for she clung to the rag as a sort of flag of protection.
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