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"Dear uncle, F. has followed you here on business of the greatest importance. Pray let her see you she is at the old place." "It will not do," thought Fleda again, "there is still less to catch his eye I cannot trust it. And if I were to put 'Queechy' over it, that would give the clue to the Evelyns and everybody. But I had better risk anything rather than his seeing it "
"Daughter, they seem to say, Peace to thy heart! We too, yes, daughter, Have been as thou art. Hope-lifted, doubt-depress'd, Seeing in part Tried, troubled, tempted Sustain'd as thou art." Mr. Rossitur was disposed for no further delay now in leaving Queechy. The office at Jamaica, which Mr. Carleton and Dr.
"Has not Queechy a the honour of your approbation, Captain Rossitur?" said the doctor. "Certainly, Sir; I have no doubt of its being a very fine country." "Only he has imbibed some doubts whether happiness be an indigenous crop," said Thorn. "Undoubtedly," said the doctor, blandly; "to one who has roamed over the plains of Mexico, Queechy must seem rather a a rather flat place."
"Well, I'll go," said Barby. "But now just think of that, Fleda how you might have stayed in Queechy all your days, and done what you liked with everybody. I'm glad you aint, though; I guess you'll be better off." Fleda was silent upon that. "I'd like amazingly to see how you'll be fixed," said Barby, after a trifle of ruminating.
"I expect that an immediate depopulation of New York will commence," said Constance, "and go on till the heights about Queechy are all thickly settled with elegant country-seats, which is the conventional term for a species of mouse trap!" "Hush, you baggage!" said her father. "Fleda, I wish you could spare her a little of your common-sense, to go through the world with."
The smooth worn cover brought so back the childish happy days when it had been her constant companion the shadows of the Queechy of old, and Cynthia and her grandfather; and the very atmosphere of those times when she had led a light-hearted strange wild life all alone with them, reading the Encyclopaedia and hunting out the wood-springs.
Evelyn's drawing-room, casting curious glances over the panorama of her life England, France, New York, and Queechy! half coming to the conclusion that her place henceforth was only at the last, and that the world and she had nothing to do with each other.
"Well, the first thing I do shall be to make some butternut candy for you. You won't despise that, Mr. Hugh?" Hugh smiled at her, and went on. "And your friend Mr. Olmney has sent us a corn-basket full of the superbest apples you ever saw. He has one tree of the finest in Queechy, he says." "My friend!" said Fleda, colouring a little. "Well I don't know whose he is if he isn't yours," said Hugh.
"Yes, but you don't answer my question," said her uncle, putting his hand under her chin, and smiling at the blushing face he brought round to view. "Who got them?" "I did." "You have been out in the rain?" "Oh, Queechy rain don't hurt me, uncle Rolf." "And don't it wet you either?" "Yes, Sir a little." "How much?" "My sleeves oh, I dried them long ago."
Friends, I sorrow not to leave ye; If this life an exile be, We who leave it do but journey Homeward to our family. Spanish Ballad. The first of April came. Mr. Rossitur had made up his mind not to abide at Queechy, which only held him now by the frail thread of Hugh's life. Mr. Carleton knew this, and had even taken some steps towards securing for him a situation in the West Indies.
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