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Lucas wont be here, and now the weather is so fine, I want to make haste with the hay." "Well, will you have the samp for breakfast?" "No we'll keep that for dinner. I'll come in and poach some eggs, Barby, if you'll make me some thin pieces of toast and call me when it's time. Thin, Barby." The gentleman turned his horse, and galloped back to Montepoole.
"My respected parents are at Montepoole, with all their offspring, that is, Florence and Edith, I am at present anxiously enquired after, being nobody knows where, and to be fetched by mamma this evening. Wasn't I good, little Fleda, to run away from Mr. Carleton to come and spend a whole day in social converse with you?" "Carleton!" said Fleda.
"My respected parents are at Montepoole, with all their offspring that is, Florence and Edith; I am at present anxiously inquired after, being nobody knows where, and to be fetched by Mamma this evening. Wasn't I good, little Fleda, to run away from Mr. Carleton, to come and spend a whole day in social converse with you!" "Carleton!" said Fleda. "Yes?
Rossitur's young gentleman acknowledged his relationship and begged the favour of being set in the right way home. "With much pleasure! You have been shewing Miss Rossitur the picturesque country about Montepoole?" "My cousin and I have been there on business, and lost our way coming back." "Ah I dare say. Very easy. First time you have been there?" "Yes sir, and we are in a hurry to get home."
Quackenboss, and then turned to shake her cousin's hand." "Charlton! Where did you come from? We didn't expect you so soon." "You are not sorry to see me, I hope?" "Not at all very glad;" and then as her eye glanced towards the other new-comer Charlton presented to her "Mr. Thorn;" and Fleda's fancy made a sudden quick leap on the instant to the old hall at Montepoole and the shot dog.
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. Mr. Carleton came the next day, but not early, to take Fleda to Montepoole.
Fleda's cheeks had gained no colour, but she had grown a little stronger, and it was thought the party might proceed on their way without any more tarrying; trusting that change and the motion of travelling would do better things for Fleda than could be hoped from any further stay at Montepoole.
Sweet, the hotel-man at the Pool, takes all we can give him." "How much does her 'taking care of the garden' amount to?" "It amounts to all the planting and nearly all the other work, after the first digging, by far the greater part of it." Charlton walked up and down a few turns in most unsatisfied silence. "How does she get the things to Montepoole?" "I take them." "You! When?"
Evelyn has been here begging that we would join her in a party to the Springs Saratoga. How would you like that?" "I should like anything that you would like, Ma'am," said Fleda, with a thought how she would like to read Montepoole for Saratoga. "The city is very hot and dusty just now." "Very, and I am sorry to keep you in it, Mrs. Carleton." "Keep me, love?" said Mrs.
"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.
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