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"I troubled you to stop, Sir, that I might ask you how much longer you expect to stop at Montepoole." Not more than two or three days, he said. "I understood," said aunt Miriam, after a minute's pause, "that Mrs. Carleton was so kind as to say she would take care of Elfleda to France, and put her in the hands of her aunt." "She would have great pleasure in doing it," said Mr. Carleton.
"She might go she has been staying at home these two years, to take care of her old mother, that's the reason she left me; but she has another sister come home now, Hetty, that married and went to Montepoole, she's lost her husband and come home to live; so perhaps Barby would go out again. But I don't know, how do you think your aunt Lucy would get along with her?"
"How far are we from Queechy, Sir?" said Hugh. "You're not from it at all, Sir," said the man, politely. "You're in Queechy, Sir, at present." "Is this the right road from Montepoole to Queechy village?" "It is not, Sir. It is a very tortuous direction, indeed. Have I not the pleasure of speaking to Mr. Rossitur's young gentleman?" Mr.
"I beg your pardon. Mrs. Evelyn and Judge Sensible were talking over that very question the other day at Montepoole; and he made it quite clear to my mind that we were the aggressors." "Judge Sensible is a fool!" said Mr. Rossitur. "Very well!" said Fleda laughing; "but as I do not wish to be comprehended in the same class, will you shew me how he was wrong, uncle?"
Why, as soon as we knew he was coming to Montepoole, I wouldn't let Mamma rest till we all made a rush after him; and when we got here first, and I was afraid he wasn't coming, nothing can express the state of my feelings!
Faire Christabelle, that ladye bright, Was had forth of the towre: But ever she droopeth in her minde, As, nipt by an ungentle winde, Doth some faire lillye flowre. That evening, the last of their stay at Montepoole, Fleda was thought well enough to take her tea in company. So Mr. Carleton carried her down, though she could have walked, and placed her on the sofa in the parlour.
The wind was sweeping by in wintry gusts; and Fleda cried herself to sleep thinking how it would whistle round the dear old house when their ears would not be there to hear it. He from his old hereditary nook Must part; the summons came, our final leave we took. Wordsworth. Mr. Carleton came the next day, but not early, to take Fleda to Montepoole.
Hugh harnessed the little wagon, for no one was at hand to do it, and he and Fleda set off as early as possible after dinner. Fleda's thoughts had turned to her old acquaintance Cynthia Gall, who she knew was out of employment and staying at home somewhere near Montepoole. They got the exact direction from aunt Miriam who approved of her plan. It was a pleasant peaceful drive they had.
"He did don't you know? the very next day after we heard he was here when, most unluckily, I was up at aunt Miriam's." "I should think he might have come again, considering what friends you used to be." "I dare say he would, if he had not left Montepoole so soon. But, dear Hugh, I was a mere child how could he remember me much?" "You remember him," said Hugh. "Ah, but I have good reason.
"That is to say, you are here to watch the transit of this star over the meridian of Queechy?" "Of Queechy! of Montepoole." "Very well of Montepoole. I don't wonder that nature is exhausted. I will go and see after this refection." The prettiest little meal in the world was presently forth for the two.
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