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"Yes, she is to try it for a year, while Cousins Fernan and Marilda go out to their farm in the Rocky Mountains." Just then there was a little commotion, and a report came up that a boat had been run down and some one drowned. Somebody said, "One of those acting last night- a buccaneer." Somebody else, "A naval man." Then it was "The Buccaneer Captain," and Mrs.
"Remember we are from the wilds." "She shall have her tea, and a good rest," said Marilda; "and then I have asked her uncle and aunts to meet you at dinner, and Fernan hopes to bring home another old friend. Whom do you think, Angel?" "Oh! Not our Bishop?" "Yes, the Bishop of Albertstown! He is actually in town; Fernan saw him yesterday at the Church House."
Marilda gave a glad welcome, but they were startled by perceiving that the joy of meeting had brought on a spasm of choking on Lena, who was gasping in a strange sort of agony. Angela took her in her arms and carried her out of the room.
Not many calls were needful to bring a flock to share the feast, with cries of joy; but Marilda was not yet satisfied. 'Where's the other of you? she said to Alda. 'I don't know you well apart yet. 'Wilmet's in the kitchen, thrust in Lancelot, 'ironing the collars for Sunday. 'Lance! uttered Alda indignantly. 'Oh! what fun I do let me go down and see! I should so like to iron.
Marilda was in raptures, loving nothing so well as small children, and very seldom enjoying such an opportunity as the present; and the two babies had almost the whole of the conversation adapted to them, till Alda made an effort. 'So you have been on the Continent? 'Oh yes; it was such a horrid bore. Mamma would go.
'I shall have to fetch her home, said Felix thoughtfully; 'but I wish I were quite clear that she has been dealing kindly by Marilda. 'You are not believing that man Thomas rather than your own sister! cried Wilmet. 'If Alda does happen to be prettier than his daughter, she can't help it. I'm sure I should be glad enough not to be pretty, but it is a trial, and one must do the best one can.
To Felix's surprise and annoyance, Alda must needs answer: 'I'm sure it's very hard! If people will look at me, I can't help it; and I've as much right to be spoken to as Marilda. She that has got everything, and poor me Luckily her tears stopped her voice.
Brownlow as the nearest, and he was at home; but he could only look and do nothing, but attempt to revive circulation, all in vain; and with Marilda standing by, with one convulsive clutch of Angela's hand, the true mother of her orphaned life, little Lena sank to a peaceful rest from the tribulations that awaited her here. "Rest beyond all grief and pain, Death to thee is truest gain."
"Oh, yes, he does quantities of good works, and so does Marilda, till I am quite sick of hearing of them! The piles of begging letters they get! And then they want them read and explained, and answered sometimes." "A means of good works," observed Gerald. "How would you like it? Docketing the crumbs from Dives' table," exclaimed Emilia. "A clerk or secretary could do it," said Anna. "Of course.
There indeed was the apparition of Centry Park, riding a pretty pony, beside a large and heavily-bearded personage. The recognition was instantaneous; Marilda was speaking to her companion, and at the same moment he drew up, and exclaiming, 'Edward! bless me! was off his horse in a moment, and was wringing those unsubstantial fingers in a crushing grasp. There was not much to be seen of Mr.
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