The Chautauqua Girls At Home

toward the piano. Things were

eard you sing it. I don't think it is remarkable, but it is better than none. We seem

this one, and before her departure for Chautauqua had pronounced it very good. She had not looked at it since she came home. Charlie spread it open for her on the piano, then returned to the sofa to enjoy the music. Flossy's voice was sweet and tender; no power in it, and little change of feeling, but pleasant to listen to, and capable of being tender and pathetic. She looked over the sacred song with a feeling of aversion almost amounting to disgust. The pitiful attempts at religion sounded to her recently impressed heart almost like

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had been solemn and sacred. It might have been in part these memories, and the sense of something missed, that made her have a homesick longing for the place and

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ng before the song was closed her father had laid aside the Times, and, with spectacles pushed above his eyes, was listening i

But I take it back; it is certainly remarkable. Did you ev

rayer." There were circumstances connected with that mother of his that made the line doubly startling to him. He was agitated by the wonderful d

ting, I should say. But, Miss Flossy, allow me to

from the piano, and cl

this evening? I find I am not in a mood to enjoy con

sufficiently to make any reply at all, she had given him

ing's breakfast table. Flossy had come down a trifle late, looking

rom under heavy brows. "Weren't you just a little hard on the colonel, last night, daughte

at has Flossy done now? I thought

the library had been informed suddenly that you were not in a mood to talk wit

hat, did you? Really, if I were Col.

er and Charlie were both there. Surely that was co

sure you. We haven't so much as had a peep at him since you went away. Flossy, I hadn't an idea you could be so rude. I declare, I think

y came to F

Sunday-school at noon, without any lunch, too. Flossy, you mustn't indulge in such an absurd freak ano

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. Baker's father was my oldest and most valued friend, and I want his son to be treated with the utmost consideration, and to feel that he is always welcome. Since he has so special a friendship for you, you must just remember that his pos

e thoughtless head, and gave the glow

. The way looked shadowy to her; she felt like a deceitful coward. Here were they, making excuses for her-tired, thoughtless, and the like. Oh, for courage to say to

d that, standing where she did now, it looked all wrong to spend the last hours of the Sabbath in entertaining company. But her poor little to

room. She foresaw a troubled future. Not only must the explanation come, but she for

there were her pet schemes for Sunday-school, including those

ould ever have said, "You must do thus, and you shall not do so," still, she foresaw endless discussions; sarcastic raillery from Kittie an

ion Wilbur. Then she, too, as she went about doing sundry little things toward making her room more perfect in it

her or help her or comfort her; that was dreadful. Not Ruth's, for her life was so high up

sunny and cheerful when she had taken occasional peeps into it-somewhat stirred up, as became a large f

r-children who put their arms around one's neck an

e apt to be, it would be an exceeding annoyance to her. She saw what people usually do see about other people's cares and d

pails into the little kitchen, and the endurance of Mrs. Maloney's presence in constant conta

ordinary patience, a small girl who "helped"-worked for her boar

days or spells when she seemed utterly incapable of understanding the English language. This day was v

a very hurried breakfast, had departed, taking the household

e leaves them around so. You must keep an eye on the baby, for he is a trifle hoarse this morning; and Robbie mustn't go in the wind-mustn't eat a single apple, for he isn't at all well; you must see to that, Eurie-I wouldn't have you forget him for anything. See here, when the baby takes a nap, see that the lo

ry about us, mother; we'll get through someho

ifle heavy last week, you know, and your father dislikes it so. Never mind much about dinner; your father will have t

wded, steamy kitchen, Mrs. Mitchell answered her husband's hur

ad made many that had not been washed. And Sallie, who should have been deep into them already, was at tha

came, looking bewildered and indo

ou can get them all out of the way. I have the bread to mix

ess that the great army of dishes would never

one, and the bewilderments of the morni

tins ready, and Sallie left her dishes to attend to it, and dripped dish-water over them and the molding-board and on Eurie's clean apron, in such

re is the core of an apple in one. I wonder, Sallie, if you eat apples while you are washing the dishes! Put some wood in

d at the door

lay with him-he feels too sick. I think something ought

he baby cried for her and had to be taken a minute; so the time went-time always goes like lightning in the kitchen on Monday morning. When that bread