"That will be for many years, I trust," said Mr. Carleton, respectfully, struck with something in the old gentleman's manner.
"I don't know, Sir!" said Mr. Ringgan, with again the dignified look of trouble: " it may not be! I wish you good day, Sir."
CHAPTER IV.
A mind that in a calm angelic mood
Of happy wisdom, meditating good,
Beholds, of all from her high powers required,
Much done, and much designed, and more desired.
WORDSWORTH.
"I've had such a delicious day, dear grandpa," said little
Fleda, as they sat at supper; "you can't think how kind Mr.
Carleton has been."
"Has he? Well, dear, I'm glad on't; he seems a very nice young man."
"He's a smart-looking feller," said Cynthy, who was pouring out the tea.
"And we have got the greatest quantity of nuts!" Fleda went on; "enough for all winter. Cynthy and I will have to make ever so many journeys to fetch 'em all; and they are splendid big ones. Don't you say anything to Mr. Didenhover, Cynthy."
"I don't desire to meddle with Mr. Didenhover unless I've got to," said Cynthy, with an expression of considerable disgust. "You needn't give no charges to me."
"But you'll go with me, Cynthy?"