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"Come," said Hugh, one day when he had sought and found her in Mrs. Renney's precincts "come away, Fleda! What do you want to stand here and see Mrs. Renney roll butter and sugar for?" "My dear Mr. Rossitur," said Fleda, "you don't understand quelquechoses. How do you know but I may have to get my living by making them, some day?" "By making what?" said Hugh.
When you get settled up there, I'll come and see." "Hardly," said Mrs. Rossitur. "I don't believe it would be possible for Emile to get dinner before the tea-time; and I am sure I shouldn't like to propose such a thing to Mrs. Renney." The doctor fidgeted about a little on the hearth-rug, and looked comical, perfectly understood by one acute observer in the corner.
Renney she used to live with your aunt Lucy in some capacity years ago, when she was in New York, housekeeper, I think; don't you remember her?" "Perfectly, now," said Fleda. "Mrs. Renney! "She has been housekeeper for Mrs. Schenck these several years, and she is going somewhere out West to some relation, her brother, I believe, to take care of his family; and her road leads her your way."
"I told you before, it is no more a question of liking," answered he. "And if it were," said the doctor, "I have no idea that Monsieur Emile and Madame Renney would be satisfied with the style of a country kitchen, or think the interior of Yankee land a hopeful sphere for their energies." "What sort of a house is it?" said Mrs. Rossitur. "A wooden frame house, I believe."
Carleton sent an order for a sleigh, which in as short a time as possible arrived, and transported him and Fleda, and Mrs. Renney, and one other ill- bestead woman, safely to the little town of Quarrenton. "Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!" It had been a wild night, and the morning looked scared.
It was in vain to try to eat or to drink; and Fleda returned to her sofa with even an increased appetite for rest, the more that her head began to take its revenge for the trials to which it had been put the past day and night. She had closed her eyes again in her old position. Mrs. Renney was tying her bonnet-strings. Mr. Carleton was pacing up and down.
Renney, had received and accepted an invitation to go on to Belle Riviere and be housekeeper de son chef. And as Fleda's pale worn face had for some time given her no sign of attention the housekeeper then hoped she was asleep, and placed herself so as to screen her and have herself a good view of everything that was going on in the cabin.
Rossitur would have been utterly at a loss how to mend matters, except in the latter instance by getting a new housekeeper; and as Mrs. Renney, the good woman who held that station, was in everybody's opinion another treasure, Mrs. Rossitur's mind was uncrossed by the shadow of such a dilemma. With Mrs.
When her neighbours' affairs were exhausted, Mrs. Renney fell back upon her own, and gave Fleda a very circumstantial account of the occurrences that were drawing her westward; how so many years ago her brother had married and removed thither; how lately his wife had died; what, in general, was the character of his wife, and what, in particular, the story of her decease; how many children were left without care, and the state of her brother's business, which demanded a great deal; and how, finally, she, Mrs.
"Not at all, Mrs. Evelyn! I shall go then; if I am not ready in the morning I will take Mrs. Renney in the afternoon I would quite as lief go with her." "Then I will make Mr. Olmney keep to his first purpose," said Mrs. Evelyn. Poor Fleda, though with a very sorrowful heart, kept her resolutions, and for very forlornness and weariness slept away a great part of the next day.
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