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Rossitur's business affairs at the West must have disappointed him; and resolved not to remember that Michigan was in the map of North America. Still they talked on, through the afternoon and evening, all of them except him; he was moody and silent. Fleda felt the cloud overshadow sadly her own gayety; but Mrs.
"I don't know who she is she wanted to come to Mr. Rossitur's place will you open the door for her?" Barby and Fleda both now saw a carriage standing in the road. "We must see who it is first," whispered Fleda. "When the lady comes I'll open the door," was Barby's ultimatum.
He has gone down hill sadly since his misfortunes. I am very sorry for them." "And his niece takes care of his farm in the meantime?" "Do you know her?" asked both the Miss Evelyns again. "I can hardly say that," he replied. "I had such a pleasure formerly. Do I understand that she is the person to fill Mr. Rossitur's place when he is away?" "So she says." "And so she acts," said Constance.
"Sold sold, and everything in it." "Papa's books, Mamma! and all the things in the library!" exclaimed Hugh, looking terrified. Mrs. Rossitur's face gave the answer; do it in words she could not. The children were a long time silent, trying hard to swallow this bitter pill; and still Hugh's hand was in his mother's, and Fleda's head lay on her bosom.
Gregory's generosity had added to Mr. Rossitur's own small stock of ready money, giving him the means to make some needed outlays on the farm. But the outlay, ill-applied, had been greater than the income; a scarcity of money began to be more and more felt; and the comfort of the family accordingly drew within more and more narrow bounds.
Quackenboss bowed, probably in approbation of the epithet. "Well, Sir, what information did she give you on the subject?" "Left me in the dark, Sir, with a vague hope that you would enlighten me." "I trust Mr. Rossitur can give a favourable report?" said the doctor, benignly. But Mr. Rossitur's frowning brow looked very little like it. "What do you say to our country life, Sir?"
She went back to the parlour, and begged her cousin, with a face of distress, to come out into the hall, she did not say for what. Both he and Thorn followed her. Rossitur's face darkened as Fleda repeated her enquiry, her heart so full by this time, as hardly to allow her to make any. "Why, the dog didn't do his duty, and has been punished," he said, gloomily. "Punished!" said Fleda.
She was as busy as a bee the whole day. To her all the ins and outs of the house, its advantages and disadvantages, were much better known than to anybody else; nothing could be done but by her advice; and, more than that, she contrived by some sweet management to baffle Mrs. Rossitur's desire to spare her, and to bear the larger half of every burden that should have come upon her aunt.
Rossitur's house from the bridge, walking his horse like a man who wished to look well at all he was passing. He paused behind a clump of locusts and rose-acacias in the corner of the courtyard as a figure bonneted and gloved came out of the house and began to be busy among the rose-bushes. Another figure presently appeared at the hall-door and called out, "Fleda! "Well, Barby "
Rossitur would have been utterly at a loss how to mend matters, except in the latter instance, by getting a new housekeeper; and as Mrs. Renney, the good woman who held that station, was in everybody's opinion another treasure, Mrs. Rossitur's mind was uncrossed by the shadow of such a dilemma. With Mrs.
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