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Updated: May 12, 2025
These Miss Gwynne was in the habit of tending and treasuring, as people in large cities alone can tend and treasure flowers, until their last odour and colour departed, and these she now gladly sacrificed to Netta. It was an October morning, dull and misty. Gladys had kept up the fire, and when Rowland's friend, Sarah, came to clean the room, she found that her work had been done for her.
Both looked up in affright, and, to their extreme disgust, perceived their very sedate brother and cousin, Rowland, threading his way down the opposite side of the ravine. He was soon at the bottom, and in less than a minute had crossed from stone to stone over the brook, and stood by the side of his sister. 'Netta, what can you be doing here? he asked abruptly.
Gladys endeavoured to comfort the poor mother by passages from the Scripture, and promised the child 'to teach her to pray, and so she helped to repay to her mother and grandmother the debt of gratitude she owed to her and her family. THE following day Mrs Jones came to see Netta, and to do her part in amusing her, and distracting her mind from Howel's promised return.
"Indeed!" said Netta, with a puzzled smile; "and pray, what is the Flyin' Dutchman?" A yell and a glare from baby interrupted the reply. At the same instant the 7:45 p.m. express flew past with a roar, which was intensified by the whistle into a shriek as it neared the station. The house trembled as usual. Netta, not unnaturally, shuddered. "Don't be alarmed, Miss, it's only the express."
Mr Prothero inquired anxiously of his wife, when he had cooled a little, whether he had really hurt Netta when he took hold of her arm; to which Mrs Prothero replied with unusual severity, 'No, perhaps it had been better if you had; she wanted some trial or punishment to bring down her proud spirit.
They will all be here in the evening." "I doubt it!" said she sneeringly. The flush deepened on his cheek and he bit his lip; then, turning suddenly to Beulah, he said, as he suffered his eyes to wander over her plain, fawn-colored merino dress: "You have not yet heard Netta sing, I believe!" "No." "Where is she, Cornelia?" "I have no idea."
The letter contained the following words: 'DEAREST, You had better go to your mother or mine. Kiss our child for me. Believe that I love you. God bless you. When Gladys returned to the sitting-room, upon a cry from Minette, she found Netta in a swoon. The letter was tightly clasped in her hand, the envelope was on the floor. She ventured to look at the address and postmark.
I am past being preached to as a naughty boy, and can now look forward to some enjoyment without robbing my own father, or getting my mother to rob him, to procure it. But I shall never forget that last struggle? no, never. Here, with a face of horror, Howel began his restless walk again. Rowland sat in melancholy silence. 'Rowland, suddenly broke in Howel, 'how is Netta?
It's no good opposing young people, when they will have their own way at last. 'I sha'n't send for you to consult with again. Mother, go and bring Netta here, and let us see what she has to say for herself. 'My dear Davy, would it not be better to speak to her privately? 'Not a bit. I can't say a word when I am alone with her, but I could give her a bit of my mind when you are all present.
The ayah was responsible for her safety, and even if Tessa elected to spend the night with her friend, Netta raised no objection. It had always been her way to leave the child to any who cared to look after her, since she frankly acknowledged that she was quite incapable of managing her herself. If Mrs. Monck liked to be bothered with her, it was obviously her affair, not Netta's.
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