Elsie's Motherhood by Martha Finley
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took his place beside them. "Can't mammy and Aunt Dicey and the rest
know what to do without you to tell them?" "Not this time, dears; and you know I must make haste to try on the dress, to see if it fits." "Oh, yes, mamma!" and throwing a shower of kisses, they drove off. "A carriage load of precious jewels," Elsie said, looking after it as it rolled away: "how the ten years have added to my wealth, papa." She stood by his side, her hand on his arm, and the soft sweet eyes lifted to his were full of a content and gladness beyond the power of words to express. "I thank God every day for my darling's happiness," he said low and tenderly, and softly smoothing her shining hair. "Ah, it is very great, and my father's dear love forms no small part of it. But come in, papa, I want to consult you about one or two little matters; Edward and I rely very much upon your taste and judgment." "To Roselands first," was Mr. Travilla's order to the coachman. The old home of the Dinsmores, though shorn of the glory of its grand old trees, was again a beautiful place: the new house was in every respect a finer one than its predecessor, of a higher style of architecture, more conveniently arranged, more tastefully and handsomely furnished; lawns, gardens and fields had become neat and trim as in the days before the war, and a double row of young, thrifty trees bordered |
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