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"I thought so!" said the lady, now shaking her hand warmly and kissing her, "I knew nobody could have been your mother but Amy Charlton! How like her you look! Don't you know me? don't you remember Mrs. Evelyn?" "Mrs. Evelyn!" said Fleda, the whole coming back to her at once. "You remember me now? How well I recollect you! and all that old time at Montepoole.
"At Montepoole, Sir; we have been to Niagara, and came this way on our return, partly that my mother might fulfil the promise she made Mrs. Rossitur to let you know, Sir, with how much pleasure she will take charge of your little granddaughter, and convey her to her friends in Paris, if you can think it best to let her go." "Hum! she is very kind," said Mr.
"She looks like her father," said the sewing-woman, laying down her needle, which indeed had been little hindrance to her admiration since Fleda came in. "She's a real pretty gal," said the old woman in the corner. "He was as smart a looking man as there was in Queechy township, or Montepoole either," the sewing-woman went on, "Do you mind him, Flidda?"
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.
"I am sure he would not ask it," said Fleda, hiding her cheeks and eyes at once in his breast. "Do you think I shall not love a sad Pamela as well as a joyful!" Mr. Carleton came back without his mother; she had chosen to put off her voyage till spring. He took up his quarters at Montepoole, which, far though it was, was yet the nearest point where his notions of ease could have freedom enough.
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.
Ringgan, with a look of grave and not unmoved consideration which Fleda did not in the least like; "How long will you stay at Montepoole, sir?" It might be several days, Mr. Carleton said. "Hum You have given up this day to Fleda, Mr. Carleton, suppose you take to-morrow for the game, and come here and try our country fare when you have got through shooting? you and young Mr.
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. Syr Cauline 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.
But though in the same mood she set off with her to drive to Montepoole, it could not stand the bright influences with which she found herself surrounded. She came home again at night with dancing spirits. It was some days before Capt. Rossitur began at all to comprehend the change which had come upon his family.
Many a dollar this summer was earned by the loads of fine fruit and vegetables which Philetus carried to Montepoole; and accident opened a new source of revenue. When the courtyard was in the full blaze of its beauty, one day an admiring passer-by modestly inquired if a few of those exquisite flowers might be had for money.
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