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Carleton there, and passed gently into the inner apartment, the door of which was standing ajar. But her heart absolutely leaped into her mouth, for Dr. Quackenboss and Mr. Olmney were there on either side of her aunt's bed. Fleda came forward and shook hands. "This is quite a meeting of friends," said the doctor, blandly, yet with a perceptible shading of the whilome broad sunshine of his face.
Douglass, appointed a committee to receive and dispose the offerings as they were brought in. "Why there is not much to be seen yet," said Fleda. "I did not know I was so early." "Time enough," said Mrs. Douglass. "They'll come the thicker when they do come. Good-morning, Dr. Quackenboss! I hope you're a going to give us something else besides a bow? and I won't take none of your physic, neither."
Charles examined the name close. "Colonel Clay again!" he cried, turning to me with a despondent air. "He must have dressed the part. I shall die in the workhouse, Sey! That man has stolen away even my nest-egg from me." I saw it at a glance. "Mrs. Quackenboss!" I put in. "Those portraits on the Etruria! It was to help him in his make-up!
Quackenboss admitted it was natural to have suspicions "Especially," she said, with candour, "as you're not the first to observe the notable way Elihu's hair seems to originate from his forehead," and she pulled it up to show us. But Elihu himself sulked on in the dumps: his dignity was offended. "If you wanted to know," he said, "you might as well have asked me.
"I have the honour of presenting you to my sister," said the doctor with suavity. "Flora, the Irish domestics of this young lady call her name Miss Ring-again if she will let us know how it ought to be called we shall be happy to be informed." Dr. Quackenboss was made happy. "Miss Ringgan and this young gentleman is young Mr. Rossitur the gentleman that has taken Squire Ringgan's old place.
But not White Heather not Jessie; not that pretty Mrs. Quackenboss. Let the guilty suffer; why strike at the innocent or, at worst, the misguided?" "Charles," I exclaimed, with warmth, "your sentiments do you honour. You are a man of feeling. And White Heather, I allow, is pretty enough and clever enough to be forgiven anything. You may rely upon my discretion.
Quackenboss, thoughtfully, "we shall have none of our ancestors left in a short time, if they go on as they are doing." Fleda was beaten from the field, and, rushing into the breakfast-room, astonished Hugh by seizing hold of him and indulging in a most prolonged and unbounded laugh. She did not show herself again till the company came in to supper; but then she was found as grave as Minerva.
I will say I think she's as handsome as my own darter; and a man can't go no furder than that, I suppose." "She wont help his farming much, I guess," said uncle Joshua, "nor his wife nother." Fleda heard Dr. Quackenboss coming through the doorway, and started from her corner, for fear he might find her out there, and know what she had heard.
Long before we sighted Sandy Hook, I will admit, I was fairly sick of Charles's two-stringed harp Mrs. Quackenboss and the dispatch-box. Mrs. Quackenboss, it turned out, was an amateur artist, and she painted Sir Charles, on calm days on deck, in all possible attitudes. She seemed to find him a most attractive model. The doctor, too, was a precious clever fellow.
"How are you all at home, Dr. Quackenboss?" "All Queechy, Sir," answered the doctor, politely, on the principle of 'first come, first served' "and individuals I shouldn't like to specify" "How are you all in Queechy, Dr. Quackenboss?" said Fleda. "I have the pleasure to say we are coming along as usual," replied the doctor, who seemed to have lost his power of standing up straight.
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