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"Yes, sir; the country is very different from the city." "In what part of New York was Mr. Rossitur's former residence?" "In State street, sir." "State street, that is somewhere in the direction of the Park?" "No, sir, not exactly." "Was Mrs. Rossitur a native of the city?" "Not of New York. O Hugh, my dear Hugh," exclaimed Fleda in another tone, "what have you been thinking of?"
Rossitur's laid-by silks, to be refreshed with an air of fashion, and set off with Charlton at the end of his furlough. To her simple spirit of enjoyment the weeks ran fast; and all manner of novelties and kindnesses helped them on. It was a time of cloudless pleasure. But those she had left thought it long.
Fleda hastened to assure her officious friend that the time of her return was altogether uncertain, resolving rather to abide a guest with Mrs. Pritchard than to have Dr. Quackenboss hanging upon her motions every day of her being there. But, in the meantime, the doctor got upon Captain Rossitur's subject, then came to Mr. Thorn, and then wanted to know the exact nature of Mr.
It was well for them that they had her within doors to keep things, as she called it, "right and tight;" for abroad the only system in vogue was one of fluctuation and uncertainty. Mr. Rossitur's Irishman, Donohan, staid his year out, doing as little good and as much at least negative harm as he well could; and then went, leaving them a good deal poorer than he found them. Dr.
Ringgan was too well satisfied with the attention of one of his guests to miss that of the other. "That fellow don't look as if he had ever known short commons," was Rossitur's single remark as they turned away. "You did not give us the result of your foraging expedition, sir," said Mr. Carleton in a different manner. "Do, grandpa," said Fleda softly. "Ha!
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.
"Your father has failed." "Failed! But, mamma, I thought he wasn't in business?" "So I thought," said Mrs. Rossitur; "I didn't know people could fail that were not in business; but it seems they can. He was a partner in some concern or other, and it's all broken to pieces, and your father with it, he says." Mrs. Rossitur's face was distressful.
Rossitur's care was most for her husband; and Hugh's was for them all. His associations were less quick, and his tastes less keen, than Fleda's, and less a part of himself. Hugh lived in his affections; with a salvo to them he could bear to lose anything and go anywhere. "Mamma," said he, after a long time "will anything be done with Fleda's books?"
Rossitur and Fleda went a trifle out of their road to say good-bye to Mrs. Douglass's family. Fleda had seen her aunt Miriam in the morning, and bid her a conditional farewell; for, as after Mrs. Rossitur's sailing she would be with Mrs. Carleton, she judged it little likely that she should see Queechy again. They had time for but a minute at Mrs. Douglass's. Mrs.
Rossitur's eye made a very speedy transition from the hills to Fleda, who had fallen back a little to take Hugh's arm and placing herself between him and Mr. Olmney was giving her attention undividedly to the latter. And to him she talked perseveringly, of the mountains, the country, and the people, till they reached the courtyard gate. Mr. Olmney then passed on.
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