"Ay ? I dare say he is," Earl responded, in precisely the same tone. "I was down to his house one day last summer to see him.
He wa"n"t to hum, though."
"It would be strange if harm come to a man with such a guardian angel in the house as that man has in his"n." said Dr. Quackenboss.
"Well she"s a pretty creetur!" said Dougla.s.s, looking up with some animation. "I wouldn"t blame any man that sot a good deal by her. I will say I think she"s as handsome as my own darter; and a man can"t go no furder than that, I suppose."
"She wont help his farming much, I guess," said uncle Joshua, "nor his wife nother."
Fleda heard Dr. Quackenboss coming through the doorway, and started from her corner, for fear he might find her out there, and know what she had heard.
He very soon found her out in the new place she had chosen, and came up to pay his compliments. Fleda was in a mood for anything but laughing, yet the mixture of the ludicrous which the doctor administered set her nerves a-twitching. Bringing his chair down sideways at one angle and his person at another, so as to meet at the moment of the chair"s touching the floor, and with a look and smile, slanting to match, the doctor said ?
"Well, Miss Ringgan, has ? a ? Mrs. Rossitur ? does she feel herself reconciled yet?"
"Reconciled, Sir?" said Fleda.
"Yes ? a ? to Queechy?"
"She never quarrelled with it, Sir," said Fleda, quite unable to keep from laughing.
"Yes ? I mean ? a ? she feels that she can sustain her spirits in different situations?"
"She is very well, Sir, thank you."
"It must have been a great change to her ? and to you all ?
coming to this place."
"Yes, Sir; the country is very different from the city."
"In what part of New York was Mr. Rossitur"s former residence?"
" In State-street, Sir."
"State-street ? that is somewhere in the direction of the Park?"
"No, Sir, not exactly."
"Was Mrs. Rossitur a native of the city?"
"Not of New York. Oh, Hugh! my dear Hugh!" exclaimed Fleda, in another tone ? "what have you been thinking of?"
"Father wanted me," said Hugh. "I could not help it, Fleda."
"You are not going to have the cruelty to take your ? a ?
cousin away, Mr. Rossitur?" said the doctor.
But Fleda was for once happy to be cruel; she would hear no remonstrances. Though her desire for Miss Lucy"s "help" had considerably lessened, she thought she could not in politeness avoid speaking on the subject, after being invited there on purpose. But Miss Lucy said she "calculated to stay at home this winter," unless she went to live with somebody at Kenton, for the purpose of attending a course of philosophy lectures that she heard were to be given there. So that matter was settled; and, clasping Hugh"s arm, Fleda turned away from the house with a step and heart both lightened by the joy of being out of it.
"I coudn"t come sooner, Fleda," said Hugh.
"No matter ? Oh, I"m so glad to be away! Walk a little faster, dear Hugh. Have you missed me at home?"
"Do you want me to say no or yes?" said Hugh, smiling. "We did very well ? mother and I ? and I have left everything ready to have tea the minute you get home. What sort of a time have you had?"
In answer to which Fleda gave him a long history, and then they walked on a while in silence. The evening was still, and would have been dark but for the extreme brilliancy of the stars through the keen, clear atmosphere. Fleda looked up at them, and drew large draughts of bodily and mental refreshment with the bracing air.
"Do you know to-morrow will be Thanksgiving-day?"
"Yes; what made you think of it?"
"They were talking about it; they make a great fuss here Thanksgiving-day."
"I don"t think we shall make much of a fuss," said Hugh.
"I don"t think we shall. I wonder what I shall do ? I am afraid uncle Rolf will get tired of coffee and omelettes in the course of time; and my list of receipts is very limited."
"It is a pity you didn"t beg one of Mrs. Renney"s books," said Hugh, laughing. "If you had only known ?"
" "Tisn"t too late!" said Fleda, quickly. "I"ll send to New York for one. I will! I"ll ask uncle Orrin to get it for me.
That"s the best thought!"
"But, Fleda, you"re not going to turn cook in that fashion?"
"It would be no harm to have the book," said Fleda. "I can tell you, we mustn"t expect to get anybody here that can make an omelette, or even coffee, that uncle Rolf will drink. Oh, Hugh! ?"
"What?"
"I don"t know where we are going to get anybody! But don"t say anything to aunt Lucy about it."
"Well, we can keep Thanksgiving-day, Fleda, without a dinner,"
said Hugh, cheerfully.
"Yes, indeed ? I am sure I can ? after being among these people to-night. How much I have that they want! Look at the Great Bear over there! Isn"t that better than New York?"
"The Great Bear hangs over New York, too," Hugh said, with a smile.
"Ah! but it isn"t the same thing. Heaven hasn"t the same eyes for the city and the country."
As Hugh and Fleda went quick up to the kitchen-door, they overtook a dark figure, at whom looking narrowly as she pa.s.sed, Fleda recognised Seth Plumfield. He was joyfully let into the kitchen, and there proved to be the bearer of a huge dish, carefully covered with a napkin.
"Mother guessed you hadn"t any Thanksgiving ready," he said, "and she wanted to send this down to you; so I thought I would come and fetch it myself."
"Oh, thank her! and thank you, cousin Seth; how good you are!"
"Mother ha"n"t lost her old trick at "em," said he; "so I hope that"s good."
"Oh, I know it is," said Fleda. "I remember aunt Miriam"s Thanksgiving chicken-pies. Now, cousin Seth, you must come in, and see aunt Lucy."