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"Cassandra does other things better than playing," Veronica said to Mr. Morgeson. "Why, Veronica," I said, surprised, going toward her. "Go off, go off," she replied, in an undertone, and struck up a loud march. He had heard her, and while she played looked at her earnestly. Then, seeming to forget the presence of the three, he turned and put out his hand to me, with an authority I did not resist.
Her name was Joy Morgeson; the fact of her being cousin to father's grandmother entitled her to a raid upon us at any season, and to call us "cousins." She felt, she said, that she must come and attend the meetings regular, for her time upon earth was short.
Several of my Morgeson cousins were present, greeting me with sniffs. But I was disappointed in Joe Bacon; how young and shabby he looked! He wore a monkey jacket, probably a remnant of his sea-going father's wardrobe.
"Here, mother," he said behind her, followed by the dog. "You were expecting Cassandra, my old chum; and Mr. Morgeson has come to leave her with us." "Certainly. Rash, go out, dear. Mr. Morgeson, I am sorry to say," she spoke with more politeness, "that Mr. Somers is confined to his room with gout. May I take you up?" "I have a short time to stay," looking at his watch and rising.
She gave my arm a severe pinch as she passed with the ham, and I thought it best to follow her. Mother looked at her with a smile, and said: "Deal gently with Brother Abram, Temperance." "Brother be fiddlesticked!" she said tartly. "Miss Morgeson, do you want some quinces?" "Certainly." "We'll make hard marmalade this year, then. You shall have the quinces to-morrow."
While we looked at a dark-haired, handsome woman, standing on brown clouds, with hands so fat that every finger stood apart, Miss Munster brought up a young gentleman with the Munster cast of countenance. "My brother begs an introduction, Miss Morgeson." Ben retired, and Mr. Munster began to talk volubly, with wandering eyes, repeating words he was in danger of forgetting.
"I have made an Indian bannock for you, and we are going to have broiled sword-fish, besides, for supper. Is it best to cook more, Mrs. Morgeson, now that Cassandra has come?" The boy, by name Charles, came to see the new arrival, but smitten with diffidence crept under the table, and examined me from his retreat. "Don't you wish to see Arthur?" inquired mother; "he is getting his double teeth."
"Miss C. Morgeson is a peculiar case." She gave her a meaning look, which was not lost upon me. Charlotte answered, "Certainly," and bowed to me gracefully, whereat I felt a fresh sense of my demerits, and concluded that I was worsted in the fray. Miss Black asked no explanation of the affair; it was dropped, and none of the girls alluded to it by hint or look afterward.
I obeyed her, and as we passed Mary Bennett's desk, where I saw the paper fall, I picked it up. "See the good manners of your favorite, Miss Black; read it." She bit her lips as she glanced over it, turned back as if to speak to Charlotte Alden, looked at me again, and went on: "Sit down, Miss C. Morgeson, and reflect on the blow you have given. Will you ask pardon?" "I will not; you know that."
"That goes, like the flowers; but they come every year again." "Yes?" "Yes, I say." "No; I'll stay and see." Charles turned away. "Good-evening, Mr. Parker," I said, stepping forward. I had met him at several parties at Rosville, but never at our house. "Excuse me, Miss Morgeson; I did not know you. I hope you are well." "Come," said Charles, with his hand on the latch. "Are you going to Mrs.
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