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Quackenboss looking round at him with a face that was a concentration of affability. "I make no doubt of it, sir; I trust we shall bring no unharmonious interruption. If I may change somebody else's words," he added more low to Fleda, "disdain itself must convert to courtesy in your presence." "I am sorry disdain should live to pay me a compliment," said Fleda. "Mr.
The sewing-woman greeted this speech with an unqualified ha! ha! and Fleda involuntarily raised her head to look at the last speaker; but there was nothing to be noticed about her, except that she was in rather nicer order than the rest of the Finn family. "Did you get home safe last night?" inquired Miss Quackenboss, bending forward over the quilt to look down to Fleda.
Quackenboss was still standing at the foot of the bed, making the utmost use of his powers of observation. He could use little else, for Mr. Carleton and Mrs. Plumfield, after a few words on each side, had, as it were, by common consent, come to a pause.
Frank was evidently coming at full speed, and Andy presently got the idea in his head that his cousin seemed to be strangely in a hurry for him. He wondered whether anything could have happened at home, and if Frank would prove to be the bearer of bad news. The other dashed into the narrow road leading from the pike to the barns of the Quackenboss farm.
"Yes," said the doctor, "he's been home now, I guess, going on four days." "I am very glad!" repeated Fleda. "But won't you come and see me another time, Dr. Quackenboss? I am obliged to go out."
I should think she'd feel streaked to come here by and by and see it a standing between Mis' Plumfield's lard and Mis' Clavering's pork that's a handsome kag of pork, ain't it? What's that man done with your strawberries? I'll put 'em up here afore somebody takes a notion to 'em. I'll let the minister know who he's got to thank for 'em," said she, winking at Fleda. "Where's Dr. Quackenboss?"
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.
Fleda dared not look up while the introductions were passing, of "the Rev. Mr. Olmney," and of "Dr. Quackenboss," the former of whom Mr. Carleton took cordially by the hand, while Dr. Quackenboss conceiving that his hand must be as acceptable, made his salutation with an indescribable air at once of attempted gracefulness and ingratiation.
She devoted herself particularly to the care and entertainment of Dr. Quackenboss till he took leave; nor could Thorn get another chance to talk to her through all the evening. When he and Rossitur were at last in their rooms Fleda told her story. "You don't know how pleasant it was, aunt Lucy how much I enjoyed it seeing and talking to somebody again. Mrs. Evelyn was so very kind."
"Perfectly well. And besides," said Fleda, laughing, "I should have great doubts of the discreetness of Philetus's auger if it were left to his simple direction. I have no notion the trees would yield their sap as kindly to him as to me. But I didn't bargain for Dr. Quackenboss." Dr.
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