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Maids came and went across the courtyard. The first guests came in a straggling fashion, and then suddenly everyone seemed to be rushing in at once. Patricia laughed as she recognized the tall, lanky figure of Bob Wetherill, whose attachment to Rosamond Merton was the bane of that young lady's life. Then she gave a little cry. She had recognized Bruce and Elinor.
The very next day she had a visitor. Uncle James had been in once and had a long talk with Madam Wetherill. After he had given her a somewhat serious scrutiny and asked a few questions she was dismissed. But Aunt Wetherill was out now and Andrew Henry asked for her. "Promise me you won't run off with him," exclaimed Patty. "I must finish this gown, as madam goes to Mrs.
"What wilt thou do?" asked Madam Wetherill. "Thou art no longer a little girl, Primrose, though it grieves me to say it. Patty scolds about lengthening thy gowns all the time, and Anabella is sure I will keep thee an old maid. Though between two stools she is like to come to the floor for aught I see.
The mortification will be hard enough." There were numbers of the wounded sent as soon as possible to the larger cities where they could be cared for. Rough journeying it was, with none of the modern appliances of travel, and many a poor fellow died on the way. For various reasons Madam Wetherill had not gone out to the farm as usual.
I kept looking afar, sweeping the three-quarter circle of horizon till my judgment of distance was confounded and my sense of proportion dwarfed one moment and magnified the next. Wetherill was pointing and explaining, but I had not grasped all he said. "You can see two hundred miles into Utah," he went on. "That bright rough surface, like a washboard, is wind-worn rock.
Thy poor father is dying and longs to see thee. And there is sorrel Jack in the stable, fresh and fleet as the wind. Madam Wetherill has gone out to a tea-drinking, but she said thou wert to take him at once, and we were so afraid thou would not come in time. Joe" to the black hall boy "see that Jack is made ready. Meanwhile, wilt thou have a glass of wine, or ale, or even a cup of tea?"
It has a threatening look, I will admit, yet 'tis a harmless thing without the owner's hand. I am sent to measure thee, Mistress Rose, and to announce that next Wednesday the chaise will be sent out for you, with perhaps Madam Wetherill. Meanwhile we shall be making ready to transform you from a sober gray Friend to a gay young damsel. It is a pity you are not older.
Primrose walked out of the kitchen door and around the path, sending a long, dubious glance in the direction of her new home. Six months ago she had left it. How queer to be divided up in this way. She had felt lonely at Wetherill House, and missed her mother sadly. To be sure it was winter, and here on the farm it was glowing, golden summer. She had not known the dreariness of a long winter here.
Here, this turn cuts off some distance, though we have been squared according to plummet and line; and then down here. Let me take the child. Is there no sign of returning animation?" They reached the Wetherill house, and its mistress caught sight of them from the window. "Oh, Dr. Shippen!" she cried in alarm. "The child has had a fall. Take off her hat and coat. Now let me see!"
"I shall be in on the second day," the doctor announced, as he mounted his horse and settled his saddlebags. "A sad thing for all of us." Rachel wiped her eyes with the end of her stout linen apron. "I shall take Primrose back to Wetherill farm." "Oh, that will indeed be a relief. She and Faith, I foresee, would not get along together, and I could not manage such a froward child."
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