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Overtheway told over again what Ida had missed in the story of Mrs. Moss, and Ida apologized, with earnest distress, for her uncivil conduct in falling asleep. "There I was snoring away, when you were telling me such a delightful story!" she exclaimed, penitently. "Not snoring exactly, my dear," smiled the little old lady, "but you looked very happy." "I thought Nursey said so," said Ida.
Overtheway," she cried, "and kisses for your flowers, and your house, and everything belonging to you, and for the bells and the church, and everybody in it this morning, and " But, at this point of universal benevolence, Nurse carried her off to breakfast. The little old lady came to tea as before. She looked as well as ever, and Nurse was equally generous in the matter of tea and toast. Mrs.
Overtheway. Next morning the little old lady went to church as usual, and Ida was at the window when she returned. When the child had seen her old friend into the house she still kept her place, for the postman was coming down the street, and it was amusing to watch him from door to door, and to see how large a bundle of letters he delivered at each. At Mrs.
"It's a splendid story," said Ida; "you see, I didn't go to sleep this time. And what became of everybody, please? Did the red-haired young lady marry the Irishman?" "Very soon afterwards, my dear," said Mrs. Overtheway. "We kept up our friendship, too, in after life; and I have many times amused their children with the story of the Snoring Ghost." "What is home, and where, but with the loving?"
Overtheway made up a great deal of that herself. And please, Nursey, take off my black frock and never let me see it again, for the Captain is really coming home, and, oh! how I wish he would come!"
It had certainly made her very ill, but it had led to Mrs. Overtheway. The little old lady did not come that day, and in the evening Ida was sent for by her uncle. She had not been downstairs in the evenings since her illness.
Perhaps the severe housekeeper was touched by the sight of the black frock, torn as it was, for she said kindly: "Don't be frightened, my dear. What do you want?" "These primroses," said Ida, who was almost choking. "They are for Mrs. Overtheway to take to church with her. I am very sorry, if you please, but I don't know her name, and I call her Mrs.
"It was not amber satin, and it was not snuff-coloured satin; it was one of the shades of brown known by the name of feuille-morte, or dead-leaf colour. It is pretty in itself, and yet I dislike it." "How funny," said Ida, wriggling in the arm-chair with satisfaction. "Do tell me about it." "But it is not funny in the least, unfortunately," said Mrs. Overtheway, laughing.
As I "tripped" across I thought of the Pills and Ointment man who amassed a colossal fortune by fifty years' advertising of the fact that wonders never will cease. Mr. Overtheway was not quite so Tory as might be supposed, after all. He said: "I have no objection to Home Rule, but, although a Catholic, I have the greatest objection to Rome Rule, which is precisely what it means.
Overtheway had flowers somewhere, it is true, for certain pots of forced hyacinths had passed through the little green gate to the Christmas church decorations; but one's winter garden is too precious to be cropped as recklessly as summer rose-bushes, and the old lady went flowerless to church and enjoyed her bulbs at home. But the change went to Ida's heart. Spring was early that year.
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