The Old Stone House by Constance Fenimore Woolson
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by her brother's banter. "If you could see Louisa May, you would be
sure to admire her, Hugh, ruffles and all," she said, calmly. "Undoubtedly; but as I cannot see her, ruffles and all, give me the nearest thing to it, a sight of that page,-- 'Tis but a little criss-cross sheet, But oh,--how fondly dear! 'Twill cheer my breakfast while I eat, And keep the coffee clear," chanted Hugh, in a melo-dramatic tone. "Aunt Faith," said Sibyl, as she rose to leave the table, "Mrs. Leighton has invited me to go to Saratoga next month, to stay four weeks." "Saratoga!" exclaimed Bessie. "Well, you are always lucky, Sibyl. But why don't you do something instead of standing there so quietly?" "What would you have me do?" said Sibyl, smiling. "Why, dance,--sing,--hurrah,--anything to give vent to your excitement." "But I am not excited, Bessie," answered Sibyl, quietly. "I don't believe you'd be excited if the house was on fire," said Tom, looking up from his plate. |
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