Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
Miss Mehitable laughed. "He wasn't pretty, was he?" she replied; "and wasn't he mad, though?" Then she became aware that if the disappointed man had not been prepossessing, her present companion was so. A quantity of golden hair, a fine pink-and-white skin, with dark eyebrows, eyes, and lashes, were generous gifts of Nature; and the curves of the grave little mouth were very charming.
"I got your message, Aunt Mehitable. Don't you know me?" "Is dat you, Marse Gabriel? I made sho' you wan' gwineter let nuttin' stop you f'om comin'." "Don't I always come when you send for me?" "You sutney do, suh. Dat's de gospel trufe you sutney do."
If Evelina 'd kept away from Doctor Dexter, she wouldn't have got burnt." "Did Doctor Dexter burn her?" asked Araminta, breathlessly. "I thought it was God." At the psychological moment, Doctor Dexter drove by, bowing to Miss Mehitable as he passed. Araminta had observed that this particular event always flustered her aunt.
Really, the only ones besides Chirpy that had stayed in the line as they should were Mehitable Moth, who still carried her banner right behind him, and Freddie Firefly, who sat on top of the banner. And even Freddie Firefly was becoming restless. When he saw his brothers and cousins go dancing off in the dark he couldn't help wanting to dance too. "You'd better hurry!" he said to Chirpy Cricket.
But the photograph of Cousin Mehitable had been taken when she was a boarding-school miss in a disfiguring hat and basque, and bore little resemblance to the imposing personage who headed the procession of visitors, arriving promptly at eleven o'clock.
For a time the whole household was upset, and Mehitable was kept trotting from morning till night with sponges, cloths, cotton, and bowls of curious-smelling liquids, while Jason discoursed on antiseptics, germs, bacteria, microbes, and bacilli. The finger was nearly well when he suddenly discovered that, after all, the trouble might have been lock-jaw instead of blood-poisoning.
But at length the district-schoolma'am could teach Mehitable Hyde no more, and the Judge suddenly discovered that he had a pretty daughter of fourteen, ignorant enough to shock his sense of propriety, and delicate enough to make it useless to think of sending her away from home to be buffeted in a boarding-school.
Faint mists of May were rising from the earth, and filmy clouds half veiled the moon. The loneliness of the house was unbearable, so Miss Evelina went out into the garden, her veil fluttering, moth-like, about her head. The old pain was still at her heart, yet, in a way, it was changed. She had come again into the field of service. Miss Mehitable had been kind to her, indeed, more than kind.
"Wait a moment, Aunt Mehitable," she said. "I want to speak to you." Aunt Mehitable turned slowly, putting a feeble hand to her dazed eyes. "You ain' ole miss come back agin, is you, honey?" she questioned doubtfully. "I don't know who your old miss was," replied the girl, "but I am not she, whoever she may have been. I am Maria Fletcher.
All her movements were quiet, for she had never been the noisy sort of woman. There was something soothing in the veiled presence. "I hope I'm not intruding," ventured Ralph, at length. "I'll go, presently. I've just had a well, a blow. That little saint upstairs has been taught that marriage is wicked." "I know," returned Miss Evelina, instantly comprehending. "Mehitable has very strange ideas.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking