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"I don't think that is possible, aunt Miriam." "But I am afraid it will prevent your ever liking anybody." "It will not prevent my liking the friends I have already; it may prevent my leaving them for somebody else," said Fleda, with a gravity that was touching in its expression. "But Mr. Olmney is sensible, and well educated." "Yes, but his tastes are not.
Which they did. "Has Philetus got home?" was Fleda's first question. "No," said Mrs. Rossitur, "but Dr. Quackenboss has been here, and brought the paper; he was at the post-office this morning, he says. Did you see Mr. Olmney?" "Yes, Ma'am, and I feel he has saved me from a lame arm those pine-knots are so heavy." "He is a lovely young man!" said Mrs. Rossitur, with uncommon emphasis.
They went gaily on, careering about in all directions, and bearing down upon every promising stump or dead pine-tree they saw in the distance. Hugh and Mr. Olmney took turns in the labour of hewing out the fat pine knots, and splitting down the old stumps to get at the pitchy heart of the wood; and the baskets began to grow heavy.
"But she knows best what she likes to do." Thoughts and resolutions came swiftly one after another into Fleda's mind and were decided upon in as quick succession. First, that she must go the day after to-morrow, at all events. Second, that it should not be with Mr. Olmney.
Mr. Olmney had the good-breeding not to look at Fleda, as he answered, "I am sure the spirit of kindness was the same in all, Dr. Quackenboss, and I trust not to forget that readily." Others now came up; and Mr. Olmney was walked off to be "made acquainted" with all, or with all the chief of his parishioners then and there assembled.
But with equal precipitation Fleda had cast her bonnet out of sight behind the table, and the next moment turned with the utmost possible quietness to shake hands with Mr. Olmney. Aunt Miriam had presence of mind enough to make no remark and receive the young gentleman with her usual dignity and kindness. He staid some time, but Fleda's hurry seemed to have forsaken her.
"But it is real gold on the outside! the clasps and all do you know it? it is not washed." "I know it," said Fleda smiling; "and it is better than gold inside." "Wasn't that mamma's favourite Mr. Olmney that parted from you at the gate?" said Constance after a minute's silence. "Yes." "Is he a favourite of yours too?" "You must define what you mean by a favourite?" said Fleda gravely.
"I reckon some of 'em would be past enjoying by the time he got to 'em, wouldn't they?" said the lady. "Well, they'll have to take 'em in their fingers, for our crockery ha'n't come yet I shall have to jog Mr. Flatt's elbow but hungry folks ain't curious." "In their fingers, or any way, provided you have only a knife to cut them with," said Mr. Olmney, while Mrs.
Olmney!" said Fleda laughing, "you are served right. You see how dangerous it is to meddle with such equivocal things as compliments. But we are worth looking at, aren't we? I have been standing here this half hour." He did not say this time what he thought. "Pretty, isn't it?" said Fleda. "Stand a little further back, Mr.
Olmney," said Barby not minding her, "he's took and sent us a great basket chock full of apples. Now wa'n't that smart of him, when he knowed there wa'n't no one here that cared about 'em?" "They are a particularly fine kind," said Fleda. "Did you hear about the goose and turkey?" "Yes," said Fleda laughing. "The doctor thinks he has done the thing just about right this time, I s'pect.
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