Holidays at Roselands by Martha Finley
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fell, almost entirely, the burden of entertaining them, had quite a
trying time. She noticed at breakfast that Arthur seemed in an uncommonly bad humor, preserving a sullen and dogged silence, excepting once when a sly whisper from Harry Carrington drew from him an exclamation of fierce anger that almost frightened the children, but only made Harry laugh. Presently after, as they were about dispersing, Arthur came to her side and whispered that he had something to say to her in private. Elsie started and looked extremely annoyed, but said at once that he might come to her room, and that there they could be quite alone, as mammy would be down-stairs getting her breakfast. She led the way and Arthur followed. He glanced hastily around on entering and then locked the door and stood with his back against it. Elsie became very pale. "You needn't be _afraid_" he said, sneeringly, "I'm not going to _hurt_ you!" "What do you want, Arthur? tell me quickly, please, because I must soon go to papa, and I have a lesson to look over first," she said, mildly. "I want you to lend me some money," he replied, speaking in a rapid and determined manner; "I know you've got some, for I saw your purse the other day, and it hadn't less than five dollars in it, I'm sure, and that's just the sum I want." |
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