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Bonnell knew well enough that it was useless to protest. These "res'in' ups" were periodical. Usually she substituted a colored woman who lived at Luray, but Rebecca had taken a permanent situation and was not available. Jefferson came to her rescue. He had a "lady frien'" who could cook nearly as well as his mother. Mrs.
"Sunday, you know." "Yes indeed, I know," she returned, an irresistible tendency to hop moving her feet. On nearer acquaintance she had found Mr. Bonnell exhilarating. "Good-by, Nat," said Eloise. He looked into the face on which rested a cloud. "I think you might be a degree more attentive," he suggested. "How?" "Oh take me to the gate, for instance." Eloise smiled and went with him.
Bonnell and several of the teachers were wholly indignant that she had not instantly communicated with Beverly's family, as was obviously her duty. Mrs. Bonnell openly urged it. Miss Woodhull pooh-poohed the idea. "Beverly would come back when she recovered from her fit of sulks, and would be properly punished for her conduct by expulsion.
"Do you suppose I should break it?" asked the child doubtfully. "You're welcome to try," he replied. She leaned forward and accepted it from his outstretched hand. "I thought I knew Bel-Air Park," said Bonnell looking about him. "I never suspected this." "Jewel is the Columbus of this spot. She has named it the Ravine of Happiness." Nat looked at his speaker. "That's rather ambiguous.
Jewel had watched them, and now, as they paused, her voice broke the silence in which the two friends looked into each other's faces. "Cousin Eloise is going to church with me on Sunday," she announced. "Oh, certainly." Bonnell smiled. "Wednesday evening meetings and all now, Eloise. Haven't you attended yet?" "No, I've only just learned. I've only just seen. I'm only beginning to see, Nat.
Bonnell had bearded the lioness in her den and striven to remonstrate with her, which had drawn upon her devoted head such a storm of resentment that she had then and there tendered her resignation also. At that point Miss Woodhull, realizing how entirely dependent she was upon Mrs. Bonnell's perfect management of Leslie Manor had actually apologized and begged Mrs. Bonnell to remain.
She excused her language upon the score of excessive fatigue after so many years of unremitting work. "Unremitting?" Mrs. Bonnell smiled but accepted the apology. Her livelihood depended upon her own work, and she also loved the place and had many friends in that part of the world. But the idea of Miss Woodhull's "arduous work" was certainly amusing.
It was Sunday, and Mr. Bonnell was dining at Bel-Air Park. Had Jewel thought of it, she might have contrasted the expression of Mrs. Forbes's face as she waited at table this evening with the look it wore on the day she first arrived; might have noted the cheerful flow of talk which enlivened the board, in distinction from the stiff silence or bitter repartee which once chilled her.
Richardson was still giving laws to his little seraglio of adoring women; Fielding had died , worn out by labour and dissipation; Smollett was active in the literary trade, but not in such a way as to increase his own dignity or that of his employment; Gray was slowly writing a few lines of exquisite verse in his retirement at Cambridge; two young Irish adventurers, Burke and Goldsmith, were just coming to London to try their fortune; Adam Smith made his first experiment as an author by reviewing the Dictionary in the Edinburgh Review; Robertson had not yet appeared as a historian; Gibbon was at Lausanne repenting of his old brief lapse into Catholicism as an act of undergraduate's folly; and Cowper, after three years of "giggling and making giggle" with Thurlow in an attorney's office, was now entered at the Temple and amusing himself at times with literature in company with such small men of letters as Colman, Bonnell Thornton, and Lloyd.
At forty years of age she still retained a genuine love and understanding of her fellow-beings in spite of many sorrows, and the death when she was still a mere girl of husband and little daughter before she had been called Mrs. Percy Bonnell five years. At any rate, for ten years Mrs.
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