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It is too late for me to make any attempt at cultivation. I have no wish that way. Yet now I feel sometimes as if I were leaving the confines of my old life to go I know not whither, to do I know not what." But her countenance fell when she heard that Dr. Price had been a Unitarian minister, and that there was no Congregational church in Rosville.
A year after, he went to Rosville, and built a cotton factory, three miles from town, and the cottage, and then brought her and Edward, who was a few months old, to live in it. He had since enlarged the works, employed more operatives, and was making a great deal of money. Morgeson's Mills, she believed, were known all over the country. Charles was his own agent, as well as sole owner.
Veronica, who had hovered between the parlor and the hall while Cousin Charles was taking his leave, so that she might avoid the necessity of any direct notice of him, had heard his proposition about Rosville, said, "Cassandra will go there." "Do you feel it in your bones, Verry?" Temperance asked. "Cassandra does." "Do I? I believe I do." "You are eighteen; you are too old to go to school."
She was also going to ask Mr. Shepherd to look up a celebrated author for her. She must see one if possible. It was sunset when we arrived in Rosville, and found Mr. Morgeson waiting for us with his carriage at the station. From its open sides I looked out on a tranquil, agreeable landscape; there was nothing saline in the atmosphere.
All the girls from the Academy were going in white, except Helen, who was to wear pink silk. It was to be a military ball, and strangers were expected. Ben Somers, and our Rosville beaux, were of course to be there, all in uniform, except Ben, who preferred the dress of a gentleman, he said, silk stockings, pumps, and a white cravat.
"I wish you would go, Aunt Merce." "Yes, why not, Mercy?" asked father. "Would it be a good thing for Arthur, Cassandra? You know what Surrey is for a boy." "I know what Rosville was for a girl," I thought. It was an excellent plan for Arthur; but a feeling of repulsion at the idea of his going kept me silent. "Is it a good idea?" he repeated. "Yes, yes, father; send him by all means."
Aspen went faster and faster, seeming to have lost his shyness, and my fears subsided. We were within a couple of miles of Rosville, when a splashing rain fell. "You must not be wet," said Charles. "I will put up the top. Aspen is so steady now, it may not scare him." "No, no," I said; but he had it up already, and asked me to snap the spring on my side.
"Sass or no sass, I'm coming." She made me laugh for the first time in a month. I was too tired generally to be merry, with my endeavors to carry out father's wishes, and keep up the old aspect of the house. When she left us we all felt more cheerful. Aunt Merce wanted to come home, but Verry and I thought she had better stay at Rosville.
He slipped down, went to his father, who took him on his knee. "What shall I do first? the garden, orchard, village, or what?" I asked. "Gardens?" said Verry. "Have they been a part of your education?" "I like flowers." "Have you seen my plants?" Aunt Merce inquired. "I will look at them. How different this is from Rosville?" Then a pang cut me to the soul.
Somers at prayers during the following fortnight. But in that short time he made many acquaintances. Helen told me that he had decided to study law with Judge Ryder, and that he had asked her how long I expected to stay in Rosville. Nothing eccentric had been discovered in his behavior; but she was convinced that he would astonish us before long.
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