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"Tom has gone to Oakdene for a day or two," said Brian. "He is going to be Donovan's private secretary." "How glad I am!" she said. "Dear old Tom, he does so deserve to be happy!" "They want you to go there as soon as you are well enough to be moved," said Brian. "I should like that," she said with a touch of her old eagerness of manner.
Ir you look at it from a distance the stamens really look like doves bending down to drink." "It is perfect! How I wish my father could see it!" "We have a fairly good one at Oakdene, though not equal to this. We must persuade you and Mr. Raeburn to come and stay with us some day."
"Oh, there he is! And Ralph and Dolly, too!" And in a moment the Oakdene party had joined them, and Leslie saw that his chances for that day were over. Before long he had made his escape, leaving the grounds not moodily, but with the light of a new and eager determination in his eye.
By the time that a week had passed, however, censure and harsh comments began to give place to curiosity, and the result of this was that on Monday, which was Mrs. Fane-Smith's "at home" day, Greyshot found it convenient to call in large numbers. Erica, returning from Oakdene in the afternoon, found her work awaiting her.
Are you coming to Oakdene with me?" "Did you mean now at once today?" "If you will." "Oh, I should so like to!" she cried. "But will Mrs. Farrant be expecting me?" "She will be hoping for you, and that is better." Erica was noted for the speed with which she could pack a portmanteau, and it could not have been more than ten minutes before she was ready. Mrs.
Crowds of workingmen and women came each week away from their densely packed homes into the pure country; the place was for the time given up to them, and they soon learned to love it, to look upon it as a property to which they had a real and recognized share. Squire Ward, who owned the neighboring estate, grumbled a good deal at the intrusion of what he called the "rabble" into quiet Oakdene.
It was a great bird-year at Oakdene. Never had there been so many. The same dear old Phoebe-birds were back, building under the eaves of both the front and back piazzas. The robins, as usual, were everywhere.
All the while the storm was growing in violence, and suddenly for about five minutes great hailstones came beating down till the lawn was fairly white with them, and the panes of glass in the green-house roof at Oakdene cracked and broke beneath them.
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