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Unless, Mrs. Sandford said, I chose to wear my riding-cap with the feather; that was warm, and very pretty, and would do. How much would it all cost? I asked. Mrs. Sandford made a rapid calculation. The merino would be two dollars a yard, she said; the coat might be got for thirty-five or thereabouts sufficiently good; the hat was entirely what I chose to make it. "But you know, my dear," Mrs.
You and Hamilton do it excellently and Daisy is a veritable angel." "How does she like it all?" Mrs. Randolph inquired. "Aunt Felicia, she is as much engaged as anybody." "And plays as well," added Mrs. Sandford. "She has found out to-day, aunt Felicia," Preston went on, speaking rather low, "that she ought to have a string of red stones round her head instead of white ones." Mrs. Randolph smiled.
Midway in the evening it happened that I was standing beside him for a few moments, waiting for my next partner. "You are dancing with nobody but that man whom I hate!" he grumbled. "Who is it now?" "Captain Vaux." "Will you dance with me after that?" "I cannot, Preston. I must dance with Major Banks." "You seem to like it pretty well," he growled. "No wonder," said Mrs. Sandford.
I fled from this turn of the talk always. It was true, however brought about I do not know, that Dr. Sandford had been for some time kindly bestirring himself to look after our interests at home, which the distressed state of the country had of course greatly imperilled.
When we reached Sandford, I prescribed a stiff tumbler of hot brandy and water, and advised him to run all the way home, to warm himself, and avoid catching cold; and, from that time, I believe he always looked upon me as a benefactor. The claim, on my part, certainly rested on a very small foundation originally; it was strengthened afterwards by a less questionable act of patronage.
"Why, I shall be just as ready for them," I said. Mrs. Sandford shook her head. "You will find the hops will take more than that," she said. "But now, Daisy, think what you will wear; for we must go soon and get ready." I did not want to think about it. I expected, of course, to put on the same dress I had worn the last time. But Mrs. Sandford objected very strongly.
Sandford took one end of the poles and Logan the other, and the last of the party they set forth. Why Dr. Sandford had made this arrangement, was best known to himself. Perhaps he preferred it to having Mrs.
At this point the consultation was enlarged, and its character somewhat modified by the coming of Dr. Sandford upon the scene. From a height not far off, where he was roaming with his gun, he had perceived the group discerned that something was wrong, and come down with a quick step to reach them. His eye rather than his voice asked what was the matter.
"Now sit down and I will talk to you." "How she is growing tall, Grant!" said Mrs. Sandford. "Yes," said he. "Did you sleep well, Daisy?" "No, sir; I couldn't sleep. And then I dreamed." "Dreaming is not a proper way of resting. So tired you could not sleep?" "I do not think it was that, Dr. Sandford." "Do you know what it was?" "I think I do," I said, a little unwillingly.
Whole generations had been brought up on the New England Primer, with its grotesque wood-cuts, and antique theology in prose and verse, with a few moral narratives in addition, as solemn as a meeting-house, like the "Dairyman's Daughter," the "History of Sandford and Merton," or "The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain."
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