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The Lilac Sunbonnet by S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett
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But something like tears stood in Winsome's eyes. She was very
angry indeed. She would speak to Meg in the morning. She was
mistress of the house, and not to be treated as a child. Meg
should have her warning to leave at the term. It was ridiculous
the way that she had taken to speaking to her lately. It was clear
that she had been allowing her far too great liberties. It did not
occur to Winsome Charteris that Meg had been accustomed to tease
her in something like this manner about every man under forty who
had come to Craig Ronald on any pretext whatever--from young
Johnnie Dusticoat, the son of the wholesale meal-miller from
Dumfries, to Agnew Greatorix, eldest son of the Lady Elizabeth,
who came over from the castle with books for her grandmother
rather oftener than might be absolutely necessary, and who, though
a papist, had waited for Winsome three Sabbath days at the door of
the Marrow kirk, a building which he had never previously entered
during his life.

Winsome went indignant to bed. It was altogether too aggravating
that Meg should take on so, she said to herself.

"Of course I do not care a button," she said as she turned her hot
cheek upon the pillow and looked towards the pale gray-blue of the
window-panes, in which there was already the promise of the
morning; though yet it was hardly midnight of the short midsummer
of the north.

"It would be too ridiculous to suppose that I should care for
anybody whom I have only seen twice. Why, it was more than a year
before I really cared for dear old grannie! Meg might know better,
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