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I thought she had forgotten all about it, but it seems that she has not; and she imagines that, as she says, "with a cork foot that I could stand upon, instead of always keeping this one up in fear of hurting it, I could get about the house with only a stick, and be of some use, and then dear Mettie's happiness might not be so far off." 'And what does Mettie say?
Go crying to her? 'O Edgar! remonstrated Wilmet. 'Well, Mettie, if even our spiritual pastors will be snobs, one must have the relief of expressing one's opinion now and then. 'I should say it was better to keep any such fact out of one's mind as much as might be, said Mr. Audley, feeling himself unable to deny what had been so broadly expressed.
'Dear Mettie, no one is like you, cried Cherry, with a little effusion, stretching out her hand, and laying it on her sister's shoulder. 'Oh, if we had not all been so vile while you were away! 'It would not have made any difference, my dear! It would be impossible to leave Felix without help. And think of Theodore!
'That's nice! he said in admiration, as she advanced in her fresh white pique and blue ribbons. 'O Mettie, I'm so glad this isn't my last time here! and he added, as she bent over him and kissed him, not quite able to speak, 'Please, Mettie, I beg your pardon for all the times I have been tiresome or cross.
'I.e. if it had been Cinderella, it would have been improper; if the Sleeping Beauty, highly scandalous. Eh, Cherie? 'You know I think Mettie does carry her scruples pretty far, said Geraldine, trying not to laugh, 'but I won't be a party to cheating her; and if this young princess is to come in, she must be told of it.
'I did think of a speckled Hamburg hen, and a nice quiet she-goat, said Robina; 'but they are all dowdy, and would not suit Alda. 'There's something in the theory, said Edgar. 'That belladonna approves itself perfectly so delicate and stately, and yet so essentially unpoetical. 'That Mettie takes as a compliment, said Felix, 'only she would rather have been a potato, or a cabbage.
'I suppose not, said Felix, as they returned to the twilight garden; but as it has Why, my Mettie, dear! as she pressed close to him, and hid her face on his shoulder, with a strong craving for the help and sympathy from which the motherless girl had hitherto been debarred. 'O Felix! I wish he would not be so good and kind! I wish you would not try to make me give in!
'I am glad you took it, Robin; I know I should have grown idle if I had had it. Depend on it, 'twas that gave me this year of grace and the Bishop's prize. 'Oh! come and show me that! I hope it is not packed up. 'No; I wanted to take it to show Felix, but Mettie says it is too big, and would come to grief. What prizes have you, Robin? 'Three.
"She CAN'T go back as far as Salisbury; at least, till she has had a feed of corn and a drink. Even then, it will be rough on her." "Give her bread," Hilda suggested. "That will hearten her more than corn. There is plenty in the house; Tant Mettie baked this morning." I crept in reluctantly to fetch it.
'Oh! that's a precedent, said Lance, ostentatiously winking at Felix, who was very glad the ice was broken. 'When is he coming, Mettie? 'I think Alda hoped he might have run down to-night, on hearing of your return. There they paused while entering the house and going upstairs, but no sooner were they in the barrack, which was certainly insufferably hot, than Lance returned to the charge.
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