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He went out with her. "Aunt Merce, let us be more together. What do you think of spending our evenings in the parlor?" "Do you expect to break up our habits?" "I would if I could." "Try Veronica." "I have." "Will she give up solitude?" "Bring your knitting to the parlor and see." Veronica came in to tell me that Ben was coming in a week. "Glad of it." "Sends love to you." "Obliged."
Arthur began to cry so nervously, that some considerate friend took him out, and Aunt Merce wept so violently that she grew faint, and caught hold of me. I gave her the flaçon of salts, which revived her; but I felt as father looked stern, and anxious to escape the unprofitable trial.
He slipped down, went to his father, who took him on his knee. "What shall I do first? the garden, orchard, village, or what?" I asked. "Gardens?" said Verry. "Have they been a part of your education?" "I like flowers." "Have you seen my plants?" Aunt Merce inquired. "I will look at them. How different this is from Rosville?" Then a pang cut me to the soul.
Mother or Aunt Merce detailed from their ordinary duties as keeper of the visitors, Fanny was for the first time able to make herself of importance in the family tableaux, and assumed cares no one had thought of giving her. She left the town-school, telling mother that learning would be of no use to her.
"Round your eyes, like an opening umbrella." We dispersed as our talk ended, in the old fashion. I followed Aunt Merce to the flower-stand, which stood in its old place on the landing. "I have a poor lot of roses," she said, "but some splendid cactuses." "I do not love roses." "Is it possible? But Verry does not care so much for them, either. Lilies are her favorites; she has a variety.
She sprang to the chaise, and caught the reins, which he threw into her hands, unbuckled the girth, and, before I was out of sight, was leading the horse to water. "We might economize in the way of a stable-boy," I said. "Pooh! you are not indulgent. Here," whistling to Fanny, "let Sam do that." She pouted her lips at him, and he laughed. Aunt Merce gave me a letter the moment I entered.
"Ain't he the beatum of all the men that ever you see?" broke in Temperance, taking to him a large piece of pie, which he took with a short laugh, and sat down to eat. I could not help exchanging a look with Aunt Merce; we both laughed. Veronica, lost in revery, paid no attention to anything about her. I saw that Temperance suffered; she was perplexed and irritated.
"Here is father, and we must start." The carriage was ready; where was Aunt Merce? "Locke," she said, when she came in, "I have got a bottle of port for Cassandra, some essence of peppermint, and sandwiches; do you think that will do?" "We can purchase supplies along the road, if yours give out. Come, we are ready. Mr. Somers, we shall see you at Surrey? Take care, Cassy. Now we are off."
"She is proud, too," said Aunt Merce. "I hear her boasting of what she would have had if she had stayed at home." "She is a child, you know," said Verry. "A year younger than you are." "Where is the universal boy?" "Abolished," father answered. "Arthur is growing into that estate." "Papa, don't forget that I am a veteran officer." "Here, you rascal, come and get this nice egg."
"I wish you would go, Aunt Merce." "Yes, why not, Mercy?" asked father. "Would it be a good thing for Arthur, Cassandra? You know what Surrey is for a boy." "I know what Rosville was for a girl," I thought. It was an excellent plan for Arthur; but a feeling of repulsion at the idea of his going kept me silent. "Is it a good idea?" he repeated. "Yes, yes, father; send him by all means."
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