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'Thank you for coming, Freda, it will do me good, and my wife is delighted. Harold, too, is in ecstasies, and only went to bed with a promise that sister Freda he calls you sister, you know, and and all that sort of thing. The 'my wife, grated strangely on Freda's ear, but she promised to go and see her little brother. Lady Mary came in, and they went to dinner.
'Quite an old man; twice as old as Nita, was Freda's first thought as she looked at him. Miss Hall rose and advanced to meet Mr Jones. They shook hands, Freda thought, very much like other people, and then Miss Hall introduced her, and Mr Jones bowed. 'I promised your sister to come and see you, Miss Hall, when I came down into Wales, he said after he was duly seated.
She soon found out that all the men-servants paid their devotions to her shrine, and that even the ancient and portly butler was not indifferent to her charms; but the simplicity and modesty of Gladys kept them all at a respectful distance, and the housekeeper told Miss Gwynne, that 'Reelly, she was quite a pattern in the servants' 'all, and it was a treat to see a young 'oman who knew how to keep the men off not but the girls were as jealous of her as could be; but that wasn't to be wondered at, for none of 'em was made anything of when Gladys was near. Even Mr Gwynne roused himself to make inquiries concerning Freda's pretty maid, which was quite the crowning feather in Gladys' cap.
This is no fault of hers, this foolish contraption to make money; I'm one with Conner, there; but the girls aren't to blame. Freda's a good girl, too. That's she coming." The German heroine of this miniature Nibelungenlied was tall and slender, fair haired and fair faced.
They both started a little as we confronted them, and the colour deepened in Freda's face. The gardener, with what photographers usually ask for 'just the faint beginning of a smile, turned and gathered a bit of white heather growing near. "They say it brings good luck, miss," he remarked, handing it to Freda. "Thank you," she said, laughing, "I hope it will bring it to me.
The girls were up with the lark on May Day morning, donning their holiday robes of white taffeta and spotless lawn, cunningly embroidered by their own skilful fingers, Freda's in silver and Magdalen's in gold thread. They each had girdles of silver and gold cord respectively, and snowy headgear embroidered in like fashion.
Every available comfort was put into Freda's bedroom and dressing-room, and her own clothes and general possessions were turned out to find a home elsewhere. Gladys' little workroom soon wore a most cheerful aspect, and the easiest chair and sofa the house afforded were put into it.
She addressed her in so low a voice that only Freda and Mrs. Orendorf, bending across Freda's shoulders at that instant, the better to cheapen a darning-bag for stockings, could hear her words. "I want to see you, Freda," she said. "Won't you and Mrs. Orendorf come away somewhere so we can talk? I have got something important to say." "I don't know," faltered Freda. "I want Mrs.
Thus their claim to the property which claim Cora felt sure was a false one might be disproved. That there were papers in existence which would show the widow and her daughter to be the rightful owners Cora did not doubt. Freda's grandfather, from all accounts, was a careful business man, if eccentric in some ways.
Freda's conversation was checked by the sound of horses' hoofs behind; she turned sound and saw a gentleman riding slowly up the drive. He soon overtook them, and raising his hat, said, 'Miss Gwynne! I am sure it must be Miss Gwynne; am I right? Freda bowed. 'You do not remember me! twelve years make a great difference! and you were a child when I left. 'Colonel Vaughan! Oh!
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