"Why, no not precisely," said the lady; "you know, in the country, or you do not know, the ministers are half farmers, but I suppose not more than half; just such a mixture as will suit Fleda, I should think. She has not told me in so many words, but it is easy to read so ingenuous a nature as hers, and I have discovered that there is a most deserving young friend of mine settled at Queechy that she is by no means indifferent to. I take it for granted that will be the end of it," said Mrs. Evelyn, pinching her sofa cushion in a great many successive places, with a most composed and satisfied air.
But Mr. Carleton did not seem at all interested in the subject, and presently introduced another.
CHAPTER VIII.
"It is a hard matter for friends to meet: but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and so encounter." AS YOU LIKE IT.
"What have we to do to-night?" said Florence, at breakfast the next morning.
"You have no engagement, have you?" said her mother.
"No, Mamma," said Constance, arching her eyebrows "we are to taste the sweets of domestic life you, as head of the family, will go to sleep in the dormeuse, and Florence and I shall take turns in yawning by your side."
"And what will Fleda do?" said Mrs. Evelyn, laughing.
"Fleda, Mamma, will be wrapped in remorseful recollections of having enacted a mob last evening, and have enough occupation in considering how she shall repair damages."
"Fleda , my dear, she is very saucy," said Mrs. Evelyn, sipping her tea with great comfort.