Flora Lyndsay

her "Come in," was answered by a tall, portly, handsome old lady, who sail

r, whose ready-furnished lodgings they had occupied for the last ye

u. Pray take the easy-chair by the

nown a fit of dangerous illness in her life, "while I continue

some pet weakness. Mrs. Kitson's was always fancying herself ill and nervous. Now, Flora had no very benignant feelings towards the old lad

nd look at his doings. It's enough to drive a sensible woman mad. Talk of women wearing the smalls, indeed! it's a base libel on the sex. Captain Kitson is not content with putting on my apron, but he appropria

e cried, stepping to the window that overlooked a pretty lawn in front of the house, which commanded a fine view of the sea. "He and old Kelly seem

hat K-- calls clearing up the ship; when he and his man Friday, as he calls Kelly, turn everything topsy-turvy, and, to make the muddle more complete, they always choose my was

hey always enjoy a hearty laugh at my expense, on Kitson's clearing-up days. But what does he care for my distress? In vain I hide up all this old trumpery in the darkest nooks

le the broken bottles, forsooth, he had saved to put on the top of the brick wall, to hinder the little boys from climbing over to steal the apples! Oh, dear, dear, dear! there was no end to his bawling, and swearing, and calling me hard names, while he had the impudence to tell Kelly, in my hearing, that I was th

d with this recapitulation of her domestic wrongs, that Mrs. Lyndsay t

vagaries. "By-the-bye," she said, "had he any luck in sh

ck in her chair, and

ut Kitson's an old fool, and I have told him so a thou

n sometimes at the window, and sometimes at the eaves of the house, but as the gun always missed fir

y true. But you know the man. When my poor Nelly died, she left all her little property to her father, as she knew none of her late husband's relations-never was introduced to one of them in her life. In her dressing-c

! Don't you think, that I know the smell of gunpowder?

smell alike;' says I. 'Do you think, that our Nelly w

d now, Madam, if you dare to contradict me again, I wil

ur last night cleaning his old rusty gun; and rose this morning by daybreak with the intention of murdering all the sparrows. No wonder that the sparro

before she could answer his better-half, the door was suddenly opened

to co