A Little Mother to the Others by L. T. Meade
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there is a great deal to be done. But before I proceed to anything
else, may I ask you a question? How could you allow all that splendid land to lie waste?" "What land, Jane? What do you mean?" "Those acres of grass outside the house." "Are you alluding to the lawns?" "I don't know what name you choose to call all that grass, but I think it is a positive tempting of Providence to allow so much land to lie fallow. Why, you might grow potatoes or barley or oats, and make pounds and pounds a year. I know of old what the land round Delaney Manor can produce." "As the land happens to belong to me, perhaps I may be allowed to arrange it as pleases myself," said Mr. Delaney, in a haughty tone. His sister favored him with a long, reflective gaze. "He is just as obstinate as ever," she muttered to herself. "With that cleft in his chin, what else can be expected? There is no use bothering him on that point at present, and, as he won't allow me to talk of poor Evangeline,--who had, poor soul, as many faults as I ever saw packed into a human being,--there is nothing whatever for me to do but to look up those children." Mrs. Dolman rose from her seat as this thought came to her. |
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