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Curtains of a soft blue-and-white stuff, said to have been brought from overseas, hung at Dorothy's windows and between the high posts of her bed. She had also her little rocking-chair and footstool frilled and cushioned with it. There was a fine white matting on her floor, and a thick rug with a basket of flowers wrought on it beside her bed.
"I will save up money enough to buy grandfather a rocking-chair, after all," thought she, as she gaily trudged onward, while ever and anon Sow Nance would glare savagely at her from the corners of her snake-like eyes. It is one of the worst qualities peculiar to corrupt human nature, the hatred with which the wicked and abandoned regard the innocent and pure.
Miss Martha sank into a rocking-chair, and Judge Trent moved down upon the grass, where he walked back and forth, a shadowy figure in the evening hush, for the wind goes down with the sun at Hawk Island. "Ask her to sing the 'Sea Pictures," suggested Sylvia to her companion. John called his request, and Edna complied.
He watched her, crossly reflecting that she was never so unattractive as in that dust-colored divided habit, and wishing that he had waited for the evening hour; even if infrequently seductive, she was always lovely in a becoming gown. Finally, her labors over, she dusted an aged rocking-chair and sat down, fanning herself with her hat.
"They wouldn't if it hadn't been for my fishermen taking all the trouble they did with them. Why, a lot of those fellows were seasick when they first came down here. They were 'rocking-chair sailors. My men made them what they are. I don't see any luck in that." Gregory smiled provokingly. "No, I don't suppose there was," he said.
She walked back into the kitchen to find her father sitting placidly in the rocking-chair by the window.
"I suppose your father is at home?" said the squire, as he stepped into the front entry. "Yes, sir; he was expecting you." Andy opened the door of the sitting room, and the squire entered. Mr. Grant rose from the rocking-chair in which he was seated and welcomed his visitor. "I am glad to see you, squire," he said. "Take a seat by the fire." "Thank you," said the squire, with dignity.
She rose from an old rocking-chair as the visitor entered, and, regarding her with a pair of beady black eyes, bade her sit down. "Are you the fortune-teller?" inquired the girl. "Men call me so," was the reply. "Yes, but are you?" persisted Miss Dowson, who inherited her father's fondness for half crowns. "Yes," said the other, in a more natural voice.
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women? If any want to get up an inspiration under this head, we refer them to our good friend Rachel Halliday, just as she sits there in her little rocking-chair.
"I can't bear to send the poor old lady away when she has come so far," she explained to Elsie, after the others were gone. "Pull the rocking-chair a little this way, Elsie. And oh! push all those little chairs back against the wall. Mrs. Worrett broke down in one the last time she was here don't you recollect?" It took some time to cool Mrs.
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