Brown: there will certainly be room
for such little folks.--And as to you, Miss Featherstone, as head of
the house _pro tem_. I order you to put on your hat and cloak and walk
in the garden for a while with me: the paths are quite hard and dry."
"Mamma! mamma! we are to drive to the station: Uncle Dick says so,"
shrieked the children, breaking up a delicious little doze into which
Mrs. Pinckney had fallen while Adele sat at her sewing in the darkened
room.
"Is Uncle Dick going with you?"
"No, he is going to walk in the garden with Miss Featherstone."
Mrs. Pinckney felt quite cross: "He is positively insolent, ordering
things about in this way, interrupting my nap and all. What, under
Heaven, should I do without her if he is in earnest about Miss
Featherstone?"
If she could have heard what Colonel Pinckney was saying in the garden
she would have been still crosser.
"I want to enlighten you a little as to my fair sister-in-law," he
began after a few commonplaces.
"Oh, please don't, Colonel Pinckney"--unconsciously she was sliding
into the "Colonel." "I'd much rather you wouldn't. I think--" and she
hesitated.
"What do you think?"
"Why"--and she looked embarrassed--"I am afraid I shall not love Mrs.
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