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"Here is one that will be very happy to attend Miss Fleda, whenever she pleases." Fleda's shocked start and change of countenance was seen by more eyes than one pair. Thorn's fell, and a shade crossed his countenance too, for an instant, that Fleda's vision was too dazzled to see. Mr. Carleton moved away. "Why are you going to Queechy?" said Charlton astonished.
"What an evening!" said Fleda. "Queechy is doing its best to deserve our regards under this light. Mr. Olmney, did you ever notice the beautiful curve of the hills in that hollow where the sun sets?" "I do notice it now" he said. "It is exquisite!" said the doctor. "Capt. Rossitur, do you observe, sir? in that hollow where the sun sets? Capt.
Queechy Run was a little village, a very little village, about half a mile from Mr. Ringgan's house. It boasted, however, a decent brick church of some size, a school-house, a lawyer's office, a grocery store, a dozen or two of dwelling-houses, and a post-office; though for some reason or other Mr.
This feeling flew away before the first glimpse of her aunt's smile, and for half an hour after Fleda would have certified that Queechy wanted nothing. At the end of that time came in Mr. Rossitur. His greeting of Charlton was sufficiently unmarked; but eye and lip wakened when he turned to Fleda. "My dear child," he said, holding her face in both his hands, how lovely you have grown!"
"That is to say, you are here to watch the transit of this star over the meridian of Queechy?" "Of Queechy! of Montepoole." "Very well of Montepoole. I don't wonder that nature is exhausted. I will go and see after this refection."
"Will you tell me, Fleda, what you have come to town for? I am dying with curiosity." "Then it's inordinate curiosity, and ought to be checked, my dear," said Fleda, smiling. "Tell me." "I came to take care of some business that could not very well be attended to at a distance." "Who did you come with?" "One of our Queechy neighbours that I heard was coming to New York."
Thorn, very much gratified at Fleda's choice of a seat, talked to her with a benignity which Fleda could not help answering with grateful pleasure. "Little Queechy, what has driven you into the corner?" said Constance, pausing a moment before her. "It must have been a retiring spirit," said Fleda. "Mrs. Thorn, isn't she lovely?" Mrs.
So carefully taking them out of the water and wrapping the ends in some fresh earth she had got that very afternoon from her uncle's garden, Fleda bestowed them in the corner of her trunk that she had left for them, and went to bed, feeling weary in body, and in mind to the last degree quiet. In the same mind and mood she reached Queechy the next afternoon.
"You mustn't expect to find Mexican luxuries in Queechy, Captain Rossitur," said Fleda pleasantly. "Look at these roses, and don't ask me for papers!" He did look a minute at the dish of flowers she was arranging for the breakfast table, and at the rival freshness and sweetness of the face that hung over them. "You don't mean to say you live without a paper?"
"I shouldn't wonder if it was a'most as far as from here to Queechy Run, now, ain't it?" The distance mentioned being somewhere about one-eighth of New York's longest diameter, Fleda answered that it was quite as far. "I s'pose there's plenty o' mighty rich folks there, ain't there?" "Plenty, I believe," said Fleda. "I should hate to live in it awfully!" was the old woman's conclusion.
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