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Beyond this piece of dubious information nothing was said. Little Fleda stood beside her grandfather, with a face of quiet distress; the tears silently running over her flushed cheeks, and her eyes fixed upon Mr. Ringgan with a tender, touching look of sympathy, most pure from self- recollection. Mr. Carleton presently came in to take leave of the disturbed family.
"My dear Constance," said her mother, "Miss Ringgan's cheeks will stand a much better chance if you come away and leave her in peace. How can she get well with such a chatter in her ears." "Mr. Carleton and I, mamma, are conferring upon measures of relief, and Miss Ringgan gives token of improvement already." "For which I am very little to be thanked," said Mr. Carleton.
Fleda went, but neither her step nor her look showed any great willingness to the business. "I am sure, Mr. Ringgan," said Mr. Carleton, "your little granddaughter has some reason for not wishing to take such a long walk this morning. Pray allow us to go without her." "Pho, pho," said the old gentleman, "she wants to go."
She visited the long meadow and the height that stretched along it, and even went so far as the extremity of the valley, at the foot of the twenty-acre lot, and then stood still to gather up the ends of memory. There she had gone chestnutting with Mr. Ringgan thither she had guided Mr.
"Miss Ringgan will break nothing to-night, Mr. Stackpole she promised me she would not." "Not even her silence?" said the gentleman. "Is she always so desperately industrious?" said Mr. Thorn. "Miss Ringgan, Mr.
"But t'other one's your cousin," said Mr. Ringgan, bending forward and examining his little granddaughter's face with a curious pleased look, as he often did when expecting an answer from her. "Yes," said Fleda, "but he isn't so much of a gentleman." "How do you know that?" "I don't think he is," said Fleda quietly. "But why. Fairy?" "He doesn't know how to keep his word as well, grandpa."
They have made a rose of you, Miss Fleda." "How beautiful!" was Fleda's answer. "Somebody he didn't say who desired to know particularly how Miss Ringgan was to-day." "Somebody is very kind!" said Fleda, from the bottom of her heart. "But, dear Mrs. Pritchard, I shall want another dish."
Do you remember what Burke says about that, in his speech on Conciliation with America?" "It don't signify what Burke says about it," said Mr. Stackpole, rubbing his chin "Burke is not the first authority; but, Miss Ringgan, it is undeniable that slavery, and the slave-trade too, does at this moment exist in the interior of your own country."
Ringgan," said Cynthy, "hadn't I better run up the hill after supper, and ask Mis' Plumfield to come down and help to- morrow? I s'pose you'll want considerable of a set-out; and if both them young men comes, you'll want some more help to entertain 'em than I can give you, it's likely." "Do so do so," said the old gentleman.
Jolly will come here in the morning with some good news, and then we should be troubling ourselves just for nothing." "Perhaps he will," said Mr. Ringgan, in a way that sounded much more like "Perhaps he wont!" But Fleda was determined now not to seem discouraged again. She thought the best way was to change the conversation.
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