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"You are too absurd!" said Florence, reaching over for a sausage. "Dear Constance!" said Fleda, half laughing, "why do you talk so?" "Constance, behave yourself," said her mother. "Mamma!" said the young lady, "I am actuated by a benevolent desire to effect a diversion of Miss Ringgan's mind from its gloomy meditations, by presenting to her some more real subjects of distress."
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.
There was the expression of strong sense and great benevolence; the unbending uprightness, of mind and body at once; and the dignity of an essentially noble character, not the same as Mr. Ringgan's, but such as well became his sister.
Ringgan's breast, gazing out into the fire as gravely as if the Panorama of life were there. She little heeded at first her grandfather's cheering talk, she knew it was for a purpose. "Ain't it most time for you to go to bed?" whispered Mr. Ringgan when he thought the purpose was effected. "Shall I tell Cynthy to get you your milk, grandpa?" said the little girl rousing herself. "Yes dear.
"I wont retort the question about 'something sharp, " said Constance, arching her eyebrows, "because it is against my principles to make people uncomfortable; but you have certainly brought in some medicine with you, for Miss Ringgan's cheeks, a little while ago, were as pure as her mind from a tinge of any sort and now, you see "
"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?" Queechy Run was a little village, a very little village, about half a mile from Mr. Ringgan's house.
"I hope your attire is of a very warm description," said the doctor, as he helped her into the wagon; "it friz pretty hard last night, and I don't think it has got out of the notion yet. If I had been consulted in any other a form, than that of a friend, I should have disapprobated, if you'll excuse me, Miss Ringgan's travelling again before her 'Rose of Cassius' there was in blow.
I can't conceive why he didn't ask Miss Ringgan's permission to change her physician instead of mine." "I suppose he knew there was no doubt about that," said Edith, hitting the precise answer of Fleda's thoughts. "And what should make him think there was any doubt about mine?" said Constance, tartly.
Decatur's rooms, and then having a glimmering perception that the light of Miss Ringgan's eyes is in another direction they will sheer off; and you will presently see them come sailing blandly in, one after the other, and cast anchor for the evening; when to your extreme delight Mr. Stackpole and Miss Ringgan will immediately commence fighting.
"I hope your attire is of a very warm description," said the doctor as he helped her into the wagon; "it friz pretty hard last night and I don't think it has got out of the notion yet. If I had been consulted in any other a form, than that of a friend, I should have disapprobated, if you'll excuse me, Miss Ringgan's travelling again before her 'Rose of Cassius' there was in blow.
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