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You need some hours of quiet rest before we go any further." "But when shall we get home?" said Fleda. "In good time not by the railroad there is a nearer way that will take us to Queechy without going through Greenfield. I have ordered a room to be made ready for you will you try if it be habitable?"
"Yes my dear child yes my dear child!" he said tenderly, putting his arms round Fleda again and kissing, with an earnestness of acknowledgment that went to her heart, her lips and brow, "you shall do what you will with me; and when I go, we will all go together." From Queechy! From America! But she had no time for that thought now. "You said 'for Hugh's sake," Mr.
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 rather flat place." "If he could lose sight of the hills," said Thorn.
"Friends, I sorrow not to leave ye; If this life an exile be, We who leave it do but journey Homeward to our family." 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.
I never knew until I came here that it was the home of the Misses Warner; the place where Queechy came from, and Dollars and Cents, and the Wide, Wide World. It seems so strange to think that they sit there and write still, lovely stories while all this parade and bustle and learning how to fight are going on close beside and about them. The Cadets are very funny.
The letter could not be read in the jolting of the wagon, but, as Fleda said, it was all the pleasanter, for she had the expectation of it the whole way home. "Where are we going now, grandpa?" "To Queechy Run." "That will give us a nice long ride. I am very glad. This has been a good day. With my letter and my bittersweet I have got enough, haven't I, grandpa?"
Evelyn, "I wouldn't handle it, my love; you may depend there is some charm in it some mischievous, hidden influence and if you have much to do with it, I am afraid you will find a gradual coldness stealing over you, and a strange forgetfulness of Queechy, and you will perhaps lose your desire ever to go back there any more."
"She was wonderful pleased with the pie," said Barby, "and so was Hetty; she ha'n't seen anything so good, she says, since she quit Queechy." "Well, Barby," said Mrs. Plumfield, as she turned and grasped her hand, "did you remember your thanksgiving over it?" "Yes, Mis' Plumfield," and the fine grey eyes fell to the floor; "but I minded it only because it had come from you.
I shouldn't like to pay too high a premium for the knowledge. How is Hugh, to-day?" Fleda answered, with a quick change of look and voice, that he was much as usual. "My mother has written me that she will be here by the 'Europa, which is due to-morrow. I must set off for New York this afternoon; therefore I came so early to Queechy."
Fleda felt it all exceedingly; felt that she was changing from one sphere of life to another; never forgot the graves she had left at Queechy, and as little the thoughts and prayers that had sprung up beside them. She felt, with all Mrs.
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