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"Silly girl!" exclaimed her preceptress, "I did not say it filled all the valleys, but the higher valleys valleys such as, in England and Scotland, would be clothed with pasturage and waving grain, and dotted with cattle and sheep and smiling cottages." Mrs Stoutley had by this time risen to a heroic frame, and spoke poetically, which accounts for her ascribing risible powers to cottages.
Mrs Stoutley warmed up here, to such an extent that she absolutely flushed, and Susan, who had heretofore regarded her mistress merely as a weakish woman, now set her down, mentally, as a barefaced story-teller. "Surely, ma'am," she said, with diffidence, "ice and snow like that doesn't fill all the valleys, else we should see it, and find it difficult to travel through 'em; shouldn't we, ma'am?"
While these two were slowly wending their way through Kensington Gardens, Emma Gray arrived at the Captain's villa California Cottage, he called it and rang the bell. The gate was opened by Netta White, who, although not much bigger than when first introduced to the reader, was incomparably more beautiful and smart. Mrs Stoutley had reason to be proud of her.
Mrs Stoutley looked gently, almost pitifully at the doctor while he spoke, as if she thought him a well-meaning and impulsive, but rather stupid maniac. "Impossible, my dear doctor," she said; "you know I could not stand the fatigues of such a journey." "Well, then," replied the doctor, abruptly, "you must stop at home and die." "Oh! what a shocking naughty man you are to talk so."
She had at last visited the great London moraine, especially that part of it called Grubb's Court, and had already dug up a few nuggets and diamonds, one of which latter she brought to her humble home in the back street, with the design of polishing it into a good servant-maid. Its name was Netta White. Mrs Stoutley had formerly been a spendthrift; now she was become covetous.
Mrs Stoutley said this, however, with an easy good-natured air, which showed plainly that she did not believe her illness likely to have such a serious termination.
Besides, we are not so poor as you think, and I hope to add a little to our general funds in a day or two. By the way, can you lend me ten pounds just now, mother?" "Why do you want it?" asked Mrs Stoutley, sternly, as if she meant to refuse, but at the same time opening her purse. "Don't ask me just now. I will repay you tomorrow, with interest and shall then explain."
They are splendid fields those of London, and digging is healthful occupation though it might not seem so at first sight. Did you ever visit the poor, Mrs Stoutley?"
He was under charge of a young man of considerable experience in mountaineering, whose chief delight seemed to be the leading of his charge to well-known summits by any other and more difficult tracks than the obvious and right ones, insomuch that Lewis Stoutley, who had a tendency to imprudent remark, said in his hearing that he had heard of men who, in order to gain the roof of a house, preferred to go up by the waterspout rather than the staircase.
You have doubtless heard of Captain Maury, of the United States Navy?" "Oh yes," replied Mrs Stoutley, "he who writes that charming book, the Physical Geography of the Sea, or some such title. My son is a great admirer of that work. I tried to read it to please him, but I must confess that I could not go far into it. It seemed to me an endless and useless search after currents of wind and water."
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