Holidays at Roselands by Martha Finley
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"I said you should do as you pleased, darling, and I always love to have my pet near me." "Oh, then I shall stay!" she cried, clapping her hands. Then, with a happy little sigh, "It will be so nice," she said, "to have one of our quiet evenings again." And she knew, by her father's gratified look, that she had decided as he would have had her. A servant put his head in at the door. "Massa Horace, dere's a gen'leman in de library axin for to see you." "Very well, Jim, tell him I will be there in a moment. Elsie, dear, put away your books, and go down to your little friends." "Yes, papa, I will," she replied, as he went out and left her. "How kind papa is to me, and how I do love him!" she murmured to herself as she placed the books carefully in the drawer where they belonged. She found Lucy and Mary busily engaged in dressing a doll, and Carry deeply interested in a book. But several of the little ones were looking quite disconsolate. "Oh, Elsie, do come and play with us," said Flora; "Enna won't play anything we like. We've been playing keeping house, but Enna will be mother all the time, and she scolds and whips us so much that we are all tired of it." |
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