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Renney observed that she might as well warm her feet while she could, and went to the stove for the purpose. Poor Fleda felt as if she had no heart left. She sat still in her place and leaned her head upon the back of the deserted chair before her, in utter inability to keep it up. The night journey was bad enough, but this was more than she had counted upon.
Renney, had received and accepted an invitation to go on to Belle Rivière, 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, an placed herself so as to screen her, and have herself a good view of everything that was going on in the cabin.
"Are you wise enough to imagine, Lucy," said Mr. Rossitur, sternly, "that you can carry your whole establishment with you? What do you suppose Emile and Mrs. Renney would do in a farmhouse?" "I can do without whatever you can," said Mrs. Rossitur, meekly. "I did not know that you would be willing to part with Emile, and I do not think Mrs. Renney would like to leave us."
Fleda took her hands from her ears to ask what was the matter. "I don't know," said Mrs. Renney. "I hope they won't keep us a great while waiting here." The door swung open and the red comforter and tarpaulin hat of one of the brakemen shewed itself a moment. Presently after "Can't get on" was repeated by several voices in the various tones of assertion, interrogation, and impatience.
She thought she should have liked to do it, very much. Methought I was there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, But man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. Midsummer Night's Dream. Mrs. Evelyn drove down to the boat with Fleda and did not leave her till she was safely put in charge of Mrs. Renney.
Renney and Fleda had resolved to stay on board till morning, when the former promised to take her to the house of a sister she had living in the town; as the cars would not leave the place till near eleven o'clock.
Fleda lay quiet till she was called to tea. "Bless me, how pale you are?" said the housekeeper, as Fleda raised herself up at this summons; "do you feel very bad, Miss Fleda?" Fleda said "No." "Are you frighted?" said the housekeeper "there's no need of that Hannah says there's no need we'll be in by and by." "No, Mrs. Renney," said Fleda, smiling. "I believe I am not very strong yet."
Renney was happily snoring, and most of the other people had descended into their coat collars, or, figuratively speaking, had lowered their blinds by tilting over their hats in some uncomfortable position that signified sleep; and comparative quiet had blessed the place for some time; as little noticed, indeed, by Fleda, as noise would have been.
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