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Updated: June 18, 2025
For Rosebud's and our amusement, the gendarme now set a musical-box a-going; and as it played a pasteboard figure of a dentist began to pull the tooth of a pasteboard patient, lifting the wretched simulacrum entirely from the ground, and keeping him in this horrible torture for half an hour.
This old lady, used only to the very acme of comfort, had welcomed the idea of visiting Rosebud's home in the wilds. Moreover, until the final stage of the journey, she thoroughly enjoyed herself. It was not until traveling from Beacon Crossing, and the camping out at the half-way house, that the roughness of the country was brought home to her.
But ther' ain't no tellin', an' we're slack since the harvest. I 'lows the notion's tol'ble. Mebbe they'll be quiet some now Rosebud's gone." There was a quiet emphasis on Seth's final speculation. "I heard she'd gone away for a bit." Nevil looked searchingly at this man whom he hated above all men. "Gone for good," Seth said, with an admirable air of indifference. "How?" Nevil suddenly sat up.
My confession of an omnivorous appetite for all sorts of story-books had the desired effect; and when I confessed further, that I liked best of all a real, tender, sentimental love-story, she asked amiably: "How do you like 'Little Rosebud's Lovers'?" "I've never read that," I replied. "Is it good?" "It's fine," interposed Phoebe; "but I like 'Woven on Fate's Loom' better don't you?"
Augusta thought the bow-window was the very thing for the house, and Lady Eardham knew as a fact that a similar conservatory, the sweetest thing in the world, which she had seen at Lord Rosebud's had cost almost absolutely nothing. And if anything was well-known in gardening it was this, that the erection of such conservatories was a positive saving in garden expenses.
Seth looked up in real astonishment at this unwarrantable charge, and his dark eyes twinkled as he beheld Rosebud's own evident anger. He shook his head regretfully, and cut out a bunch of weeds with his hoe. "Guess I'm pretty mean," he said, implying that her assertion was correct. "Yes." Rosebud's anger was like all her moods, swift rising and as swift to pass. Now it was approaching its zenith.
Rube pursued, as the other remained silent. "Wal, no, 'cep' Rosebud's got back." "How?" Seth shrugged. "Guess it means a heap," he said, and paused. Then a faint flush slowly spread over his thin, drawn face. "Nothin' could 'a' happened along now wuss than Rosie's gettin' around," he went on with intense feeling. "Can't you see, Rube?"
It was the night of Rosebud's arrival. Seth and Rube were just leaving the barn. The long day's work was done. Seth had been out all the afternoon riding. Although his ride was nominally in pursuit of health and strength, he had by no means been idle. Now he was bodily weary, and at the door of the barn he sat down on the corn-bin.
This expansiveness was so unusual in the man of the plains that Nevil understood at once he had come purposely to speak of Rosebud. He wondered why. This was the first he had heard of Rosebud's good fortune, and he wished to know more. The matter had been kept from everybody. Even Wanaha had been kept in ignorance of it.
Joy at returning to the farm and at finding Seth on the highroad to recovery; and sorrow who shall attempt to probe the depths of this maiden's heart? The day following Rosebud's return was a momentous one. True to her impulsive character the girl, unknown to anybody, saddled her own mare and rode off on a visit to Wanaha. Seth was away from the farm, or he would probably have stopped her.
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