"Is he?" said Fleda.
"Yes you know he was very unwilling to cure it in your way, and he thinks there never was anything like it now."
"Did you ever see finer ham, Fleda?" inquired her aunt. "Mr.
Plumfield says it could not be better."
"Very good!" said Fleda, whose thoughts had somehow got upon Mr. Carleton's notions about female education, and were very busy with them.
"I expected you would have remarked upon our potatoes before now," said Hugh. "These are the Elephants have you seen anything like them in New York?"
"There cannot be more beautiful potatoes," said Mrs. Rossitur. "We had not tried any of them before you went away, Fleda, had we?"
"I don't know, aunt Lucy no, I think not."
"You needn't talk to Fleda, mother," said Hugh, laughing "she is quite beyond attending to all such ordinary matters; her thoughts have learned to take a higher flight since she has been in New York."
"It is time they were brought down, then, said Fleda, smiling; "but they have not learned to fly out of sight of home, Hugh."
"Where were they, dear Fleda?" said her aunt.