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"Miss Ringgan, Sir," Dr. Quackenboss went on, with a most benign expression of countenance "Miss Ringgan, Sir, Mr. Olmney, sets an example to all ladies who a have had elegant advantages. She gives her patronage to the agricultural interest in society." "Not exclusively, I hope?" said Mr. Olmney, smiling, and making the question with his eye of Fleda. But she did not meet it.
"You mistake, my dear madam," said Dr. Quackenboss, "pardon me it is not that I would be understood to say, merely, that I do not comprehend how such a such security can be attained respecting what seems so a elevated and difficult to know." "Only by believing," said Mrs. Plumfield with a very calm smile.
"Is my is Dr. Gregory at home?" she asked of the girl who had let her in. "No ma'am; he hasn't got back from Philadelphia." "Tell Mrs. Pritchard a lady wants to see her." Good Mrs. Pritchard was much more frightened than Dr. Quackenboss had been when she came into the back parlour to see "a lady" and found Fleda in the great arm-chair taking off her things.
Quackenboss can't let me have a horse to ride, why, the walking is good, and I can make it in less than an hour. So don't mention that again please, Andy." "It's too late now, anyhow," remarked the other, drily, "because there they go, spinning down the road like wildfire. Percy never does anything except in a whirl.
Fleda said "oh no" and Miss Quackenboss remarked that "she thought she wa'n't;" whereby Fleda perceived it had been a subject of discussion. "She lives like one, don't she?" said aunt Syra. Which imputation Fleda also refuted to the best of her power. "Well, don't she have dinner in the middle of the afternoon?" pursued aunt Syra. Fleda was obliged to admit that.
Frank Beddersley, of London, was the best exponent of the Bertillon system now living in England; and to Beddersley I shall go. Or, rather, I'll invite him here to lunch to-morrow." "Who told you of him?" I inquired. "Not Dr. Quackenboss, I hope; nor yet Mr. Algernon Coleyard?" Charles paused and reflected. "No, neither of them," he answered, after a short internal deliberation.
"This is quite a fortuitous occurrence," the doctor went on: "I have often had the pleasure of seeing Mr Rossitur's family in church in the little church at Queechy Run and that enabled me to recognise your cousin as soon as I saw him in the wagon. Perhaps Miss a you may have possibly heard of my name? Quackenboss I don't know that you understood " "I have heard it, sir."
"I just saw somebody go into the barn there," remarked Frank, as they approached the large outbuildings connected with the successful farm of Josiah Quackenboss. "Yes, and it was the farmer himself," added Andy. "I know him pretty well; and I guess you do too, because your father brought his little boy around when everybody thought he didn't have a single chance to get well.
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.
Darling Rosey was very delicate, but Doctor Quackenboss was going to give her the very same medicine which had done the charming young Duchess of Clackmannanshire so much good, and he was not in the least disquiet.
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