Queechy, Volume I by Elizabeth Wetherell
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longer."
"Hum!" said Mr. Ringgan. "Well that aint the wisest thing I should like to hear of her doing." "Oh, but it's because uncle Rossitur likes to stay there, I suppose, isn't it, grandpa?" "I don't know, dear. Maybe your aunt's caught the French fever. She used to be a good sensible woman; but when people will go into a whirligig, I think some of their wits get blown away before they come out. Well what else?" "I am sure she is very kind," said Fleda. "She wants to have me go out there and live with her very much. She says I shall have everything I like, and do just as I please, and she will make a pet of me, and give me all sorts of pleasant things. She says she will take as good care of me as ever I took of the kittens. And there's a long piece to you about it, that I'll give you to read as soon as we have a light. It is very good of her, isn't it, grandpa? I love aunt Lucy very much." "Well," said Mr. Ringgan, after a pause, "how does she propose to get you there?" "Why," said Fleda, "isn't it curious? she says there is a Mrs. Carleton here, who is a friend of hers, and she is going to Paris in a little while, and aunt Lucy asked her if she wouldn't bring me, if you would let me go, and she said she would with great pleasure, and aunt Lucy wants me to come out |
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