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I speculated on something animal in those eyes. He stood beside me, and twisted his heavy mustache. "What a pretty boudoir this is," I said, backing into a little room behind us. "Ned," he said abruptly, "you must resign Miss Morgeson; I am here to see her." "Of course," Ned answered; "I relinquish." Before a word was spoken between us, Mrs.
"Take a chair," said Temperance, who was never abashed, thumping one down before the stranger. "What is all this?" inquired father. "Only a Ranz des Vaches, father, to please Aunt Merce." The stranger's eyes were fastened upon me, while father introduced us to "Mr. Charles Morgeson, of Rosville." "Please receive me as a relative," he said, turning to shake hands with mother.
Rosville was larger and handsomer than Surrey. "That is my house, on the right," he said. We looked down the shady street through which we were going, and saw a modern cottage, with a piazza, and peaked roof, and on the side toward us a large yard, and stables. We drove into the yard, and a woman came out on the piazza to receive us. It was Mrs. Morgeson, or "My wife, Cousin Alice," as Mr.
"No; you are too young to look jaded in the morning. Your eyes are as clear as a child's; and how blue they are." "Mild and babyish-like, are they not? almost green with innocence. But Charles has devilish eyes, don't you think so?" She turned with her mouth open in astonishment, and her hand full of candle-ends. "Cassandra Morgeson, are you mad?" "Good-by," Alice. I only saw Mr.
We grew up ignorant of each other's character, though Verry knew me better than I knew her; in time I discovered that she had closely observed me, when I was most unaware. We began to prosper about this time. "Old Locke Morgeson had a long head," people said, when they talked of our affairs.
Temperance and I cleaned the house, opened every room, and made every fire-place ready for a fire a fire being the chief luxury which I could command. Baking went on up to within a day of the wedding, under Hepsey's supervision, who had been summoned as a helper; Fanny was busy everywhere. "Mr. Morgeson," said Temperance, "the furniture is too darned shabby for a wedding."
The next year I was born, and four years after, my sister Veronica. Grandfather Locke named us, and charged father not to consult the Morgeson tombstones for names. "Mrs. Saunders," said mother, "don't let that soap boil over. Cassy, keep away from it." "Lord," replied Mrs. Saunders, "there's no fat in the bones to bile. Cassy's grown dreadful fast, ain't she?
I was about to settle whether I would go to the beach and wade, or into the woods for snake-flowers, till school-time, when my attention was again arrested by Mrs. Saunders saying, "I spose Marm Tamor went off with a large slice, and Mr. John Morgeson is mad to this day?" Mother was prevented from answering by the appearance of the said Mr.
Bitter, bitter," he said calmly, as if he thought of some object incapable of the hatred he spoke of. "That's Grandfather John Morgeson you think of. I do not hate Veronica. I think I love her; at least she interests me." "The same creeping in the blood of us all, Cassy. I did not like my father; but thank God I behaved decently toward him. It must be late."
"It is all Providence, Temperance, whether we are alive or dead," I said. "Let us let Providence alone." "What did I ever leave her for? She wasn't fit to take care of herself. Why, Cassandra Morgeson, you haven't got off all your things yet. And what's this sticking out of your bosom?" "It is her handkerchief." I kissed it, and now Verry began to weep over it, begging me for it.
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