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"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.
Charles clutched the dispatch-box with one hand, and Mrs. Quackenboss's little palm with the other. "Don't tell us," he said, "this is good-bye for ever!" And his voice quite faltered. "I guess so, Mr. Porter," the pretty American replied, with a telling glance. "What hotel do you patronise?" "The Murray Hill," Charles responded. "Oh my, ain't that odd?" Mrs. Quackenboss echoed. "The Murray Hill!
Quackenboss bowing again, "I hope a Miss Ringgan! will remember the acts of her executive power at home, and return in time to prevent an unfortunate termination!" Dr. Gregory laughed heartily now, while Fleda's cheeks relieved her dress to admiration. "Who will complain of her if she don't?" said the doctor. "Who will complain of her if she don't?" But Fleda put in her question.
Quackenboss hanging upon her motions every day of her being there. But in the mean time the doctor got upon Capt. Rossitur's subject; then came to Mr. Thorn; and then wanted to know the exact nature of Mr. Rossitur's business affairs in Michigan; through all which matters poor Fleda had to run the gauntlet of questions, interspersed with gracious speeches which she could bear even less well.
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 shew herself again till the company came in to supper; but then she was found as grave as Minerva.
Quackenboss was impressed; but the doctor smiled always a sphinx-like smile, and reiterated his belief in the unfitness of mid-stream as an ideal place for swopping horses. The more he declined, and the better he talked, the more eager Charles became each day to secure him. And, as if on purpose to draw him on, the doctor each day gave more and more surprising proofs of his practical abilities.
"She won't 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. He very soon found her out in the new place she had chosen and came up to pay his compliments.
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.
The usual variety of cakes, sweetmeats, beef, cheese, biscuits, and pies, was set out with some peculiarity of arrangement which Fleda had never seen before, and which left that of Miss Quackenboss elegant by comparison.
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, aint 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?"
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