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She made it up absolutely, and no doubts or difficulties daunted her for an instant. Loftus should marry Beatrice Meadowsweet long before the six months were out. Having ascertained positively not only from her mother's lips, but also from those of Mr. Ingram, that the young girl could claim as her portion twenty thousand pounds on her wedding day, Mrs.
There they kindled a fire, boiled a kettle of water, made tea, enjoyed bread-and-butter, cold chicken and strawberries, and had an exceedingly festive time. When the meal was over Bertram asked Miss Meadowsweet to show him over the fort. She complied at once, in that easy, unconcerned manner which gave her a certain charm, and which in itself was the perfection of good-breeding.
She looked round at Beatrice, and a smile played all over her face a fearful smile. "My son says he loves Josephine Hart Josephine and he will marry her!" She gave a laugh, which was worse than any cry, and fell insensible on the floor. Mrs. Meadowsweet wondered why Beatrice did not come home. It was the night before the wedding.
There was an expression in her eyes which made Mrs. Meadowsweet cry out: "Bee, you have got a hunger at your heart. Oh, child, you want your mammy I never saw that look in your eyes since long, long ago, when you were a little tot, and wanted your mammy more than anything else in all the wide world." "I want her now," said Beatrice. She put her arms about her mother, and wept on her shoulder.
Oh, Beatrice, you have made him so nice, and we have all been so happy, and mother has said more than once to me, 'Beatrice Meadowsweet has saved us, and now, just at the very last, just at the very end, are you going to be a coward a deserter?" "No," said Beatrice. "I won't desert you. I won't fail you. It is given to me to save your brother Loftus, to really save him.
Meadowsweet bestowed one or two broad glances of approval upon the inseparable little trio, and their own small hearts were dancing with expectation. Would Bee, their darling, delightful, beautiful Bee, introduce them to Captain Bertram? Would he speak to them and smile upon them? Would he tell them stories of some of his gallant exploits?
Meadowsweet looked at her girl with great pride. "You feature your father wonderfully, Bee," she said. "It isn't only the Grecian nose, and the well-cut lips, and the full, straight kind of glance in your eyes, but it's more. It's my belief that your soul features Meadowsweet; he was ever and always the best of men. Crotchety from uprightness he was, but upright was no word for him."
"She is the most daring creature that ever drew the breath of life. Dear Mr. Ingram, forgive me for even doubting you for a moment. I might have known that you would only introduce my daughter to a lady." The Rector drew himself up a very little. "Certainly, Beatrice Meadowsweet is a lady," he replied.
Bertram, both in mind and body." Mrs. Bertram murmured some compliment about the mother's kind heart, and then turned to a subject which is known to be of infallible interest to all ladies. She spoke of her ailments. Mrs. Meadowsweet beamed all over when this subject came on the tapis. She even laid her fat hand on Mrs. Bertram's lap.
"Mother," she exclaimed suddenly, "I met such a nice girl at the bazaar." "You made an acquaintance at the bazaar, my dear Catherine," answered Mrs. Bertram with alacrity. "You made an acquaintance? The acquaintance of a girl? Who?" "Her name is Beatrice Meadowsweet. She is a dear, delightful, fresh girl, and exactly my own age." Catherine's dark face was all aglow.
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