"I cannot be glad," said Fleda, giving a sober look over the lawn.
"Then you like Carleton?"
"Very much! it is a prettier place than Queechy."
"But we shall have you here again, dear Fleda," said Mrs. Carleton, restraining her smile at this, to her, very moderate compliment.
"Perhaps not," said Fleda quietly. "Mr. Carleton said," she added, a minute after, with more animation, "that a park was a place for men and women and deer to take pleasure in. I am sure it is for children too!"
"Did you have a pleasant ride this morning?"
"Oh, very! I always do. There isn't anything I like so well."
"What, as to ride on horseback with Guy?" said Mrs. Carleton, looking exceedingly benignant.
"Yes unless "
"Unless what, my dear Fleda?"