The Story of a Summer - Or, Journal Leaves from Chappaqua by Cecilia Pauline Cleveland
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"You must be having a lovely time in such a charming place. We have
been to Saratoga. It was stupid enough to send your worst enemy there." _June 17_. This week has been quite lost, so far as study is concerned, for nearly every day has been interrupted by visitors. Looking out of the window this morning, I saw a carriage containing two strange young ladies stop before the house. In answer to their inquiry for Miss Greeley and Miss Gabrielle, Minna informed them, in her broken English, that they were both in the city for the day. They looked quite aghast upon receiving this information, for they had already dismissed their carriage, in which they had driven from Pleasantville, and knew probably that there was no down train till 4.45, so quite helplessly they inquired if _no_ members of the family were at home. Learning that Mrs. Cleveland and her daughters were here, one of the young ladies, a stylish girl in mourning, desired Minna to announce Miss Hempstead and her cousin. I puzzled a little over the name while glancing in the mirror to see that my crape ruffle was properly adjusted, and my hair in tolerable order. The name seemed familiar, and yet I knew that no friend of mine bore it. I found the young ladies in the music room. Miss Hempstead introduced herself by saying: "Perhaps you may have heard my name, although you do not know me. My brother was a friend of Mrs. and Miss Greeley, and was purser of the _Missouri_." |
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