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Hum why it's up in Wyandot County some five or six miles from the Montepoole Spring what's this they call it? Queechy! By the way!" said he, reading Fleda's countenance, "it is the very place where your father was born! it is! I didn't think of that before." Fleda's hands were clasped. "O I am very glad!" she said. "It's my old home.
"I think it is beautiful!" said Fleda. "The ground is a great deal smoother here than it was at home." "I'll take you to ride to-morrow," said he, smiling, "and show you rough ground enough." "As you did when we came from Montepoole?" said Fleda, rather eagerly. "Would you like that!" "Yes, very much if you would like it, Mr. Carleton. "Very well," said he. "So it shall be."
A dear little creature you were. I always knew that." Fleda hoped privately the lady would see no occasion to change her mind; but for the present she was bankrupt in words. "I was in the same room this morning at Montepoole where we used to dine, and it brought back the whole thing to me the time when you were sick there with us. I could think of nothing else.
In the snuggest and best private room of the House at Montepoole, a party of ladies and gentlemen were gathered, awaiting the return of the sportsmen. The room had been made as comfortable as any place could be in a house built for "the season," after the season was past.
"She is not to compare to one of those girls we have left behind us at Montepoole," said Charlton. "Hum well perhaps you are right; but which girl do you mean? for I profess I don't know." "The second of Mrs. Evelyn's daughters the auburn-haired one." "Miss Constance, eh?" said Thorn. "In what isn't the other one to be compared to her?" "In anything!
It was the very next morning that several ladies and gentlemen were gathered on the piazza of the hotel at Montepoole, to brace minds or appetites with the sweet mountain air while waiting for breakfast. As they stood there, a young countryman came by bearing on his hip a large basket of fruit and vegetables.
"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?"
"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."
"She is not to compare to one of those girls we have left behind us at Montepoole," said Charlton. "Hum well, perhaps you are right; but which girl do you mean? for I profess I don't know." "The second of Mrs. Evelyn's daughters the auburn-haired one." "Miss Constance, eh?" said Thorn. "In what isn't the other one to be compared to her?" "In anything!
A dear little creature you were. I always knew that." Fleda hoped privately the lady would see no occasion to change her mind; but for the present she was bankrupt in words. "I was in the same room this morning at Montepoole where we used to dine, and it brought back the whole thing to me the time when you were sick there with us. I could think of nothing else.
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