When the Birds Begin to Sing
golden trees, rich with autumnal tints, as Philip and
parkling with delight as they rest on her new abode.
ks and a lenient smile, which alights on the youthful mistress. Eleano
ictures on the wall with mock courtesy. "Real dead
ctures on the wall
y as the luggage is brought in, pointin
he says gently. "Poor old things, they disf
ug," stumbling over a head on the ground. "I caught my heel on
at a time in her eager ascent. "Sarah," calling to her maid, "bring those three hat
house after Eleanor. The day of the school treat returns to his m
re's a room to be frivolous and lazy in, a study for book lear
ch bigger than the one at the vicarage, which was always out of tune. I'll get my cousin Joe to send
d, Eleanor," ha replies,
for I feel horrible after my
on! Do exactly as you lik
in her room bu
uff was awful, I could not speak a word! Yes, I will wear my lovely pink tea-gown-did you ever see anything so pretty, Sarah? I must make y
ere one of the farm-servants at home, and she
the country, Sarah
and mother keeps house for the doct
don't liv
of us can't live at home, he is that has
hs Eleanor. "Doesn'
ound the eyes, and crimson in the cheeks, and t
an expressive "Oh!" as she shakes down
got?" gazing at her face
here's me, and J
like R
would have rather been in London, and cook
y did th
engaged them, and he seemed that put
s! whatever i
very strong in the arms, and
dles; I want to have
ith spasmodic gasps of satisfaction, till Phi
and over each fresh course. At the soup she wants a pony cart, but over the fish decides on a brougham and victoria. The entrée introduc
have a very comfortable income to live in a fairly luxurious style without undue extra
na. There is a pause, then she looks up
everything splendidly. I often think of you, Eleanor, in you
ll!" (s
ng of cows. Eleanor pushes aside the dish of bananas, "Let us go out in the moonlight," she says. "It is lovely in the garden, and you ca
dear, it is dangerous
strating her meaning by striking another. "Wha
rtre
out of his glass. "What queer tasting stu
you l
to make. But do come for a stroll; I like wanderin
versed in astronomy. "Don't they make you feel like a
ls at Copthorne were mad with jealousy at my wedding. They all want to marry gentlemen now, and come to London. Do you remember the schoolchildren, Philip? How they scattered flowers and crowded round to kiss me. I gave them my wedding cake (or rather what
he whispers. A soft bright
e isn't a lighter
pose. Two were at home, and I looked so aggravatingly healthy. I could not think what to talk about, having never done that sort of thing
e latest cards whic
e has not the best of names in Richmond; this place teems with scandal! I am acquainted with half-a-d
they against Mr
st widow, and not a nice companion for you. She has a queer set at
, Philip, and we live nex
, and not ask if she is in. That is about the b
rrid," sighs Eleanor, "b
in hand, rings at Mrs. Mounteagle's, prep
gravel, and a slim, dark woman approaches with slumbrous eyes, which look at the visitor dreamily. A smile, like a fitful name, flic
e only just married, you must find first calls most boring and tedious. But I am very glad you selected this afternoon to return mine, for I am s
erself in a softly cushioned rocking chair, with her feet on Mrs. Mo
t to know. What sparkling conversation! and, oh, what a dainty tea ser
hitherto considered such a dream of beauty. More than once M
his sofa and yawn over a novel. I could have written it better myself, and that foolish librarian at Mudie's recommended it. I
ittle. I lived in the country before m
that Mr. Roche found
married life
take my advice and marry again. We poor weak little women were not made to take care of ourselves. We want a stronger arm to lean on-som
admiringly to th
sband.' He is still young in years, though old in frivolity, or vice, whichever you like to call it.
ds with deepe
my husband was nearly eighty. Yes," noting her visitor's
ws old. She erases Time with the same nimble fingers with which she creates her boudoir, and makes it appear part of her being. You admire my sanctum, and small wonder. It has cost me sleepless nights as long as the furniture bills. I invented it. These chairs for instance were not
cries Eleanor, "there is
l 'compose' you a room. It shall be like a melody (i
nly. "It is all so like a fairy palace,
nd; pray take care not to get into a clique. They are so numerous and unhealthy, so full of civil wars and
antly and giving Mrs. Mounteagle both her h
of each other," answers the widow
ult if we are not,"
y p
home an hour, and he's fri
reets her on
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