Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 06 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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just got such a pretty note from Clemmy, Mr. Emlyn, asking me to come
up this evening and see her new magic lantern. Will you tell her to expect me? And, mind, no scolding." "And all magic?" said Mr. Emlyn; "be it so." Lily and Kenelm had not hitherto exchanged a word. She had replied with a grave inclination of her head to his silent bow. But now she turned to him shyly and said, "I suppose you have been fishing all the morning?" "No; the fishes hereabout are under the protection of a Fairy,--whom I dare not displease." Lily's face brightened, and she extended her hand to him over the palings. "Good-day; I hear aunty's voice: those dreadful French verbs!" She disappeared among the shrubs, amid which they heard the thrill of her fresh young voice singing to herself. "That child has a heart of gold," said Mr. Emlyn, as the two men walked on. "I did not exaggerate when I said she was the best doctor in the place. I believe the poor really do believe that she is a fairy. Of course we send from the vicarage to our ailing parishioners who require it, food and wine; but it never seems to do them the good that her little dishes made by her own tiny hands do; and I don't know if you noticed the basket that old woman took away,--Miss Lily taught Will Somers to make the prettiest little baskets; and she puts her jellies or other savouries into dainty porcelain gallipots nicely |
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