College students -- Fiction; Love stories; Siblings -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"I should like to explain to you, my dear, that I am not as rich a woman
as I appear. It was my dear husband's wish that I should continue to
occupy this house for the term of my life, but after that it passes to
his relations. It is an expensive place to keep up, and leaves little
margin out of the income which goes with it. I cannot save as I should
have wished, and my own property is not large. When it is divided among
my various nephews and nieces, there will not be much for each. I
should like to have done more for your father, as he has a large family
to provide for, but it is impossible. In your case, however, you have
done me a kindness in spending these weeks with me when I needed
companionship--and, I think, we are good friends! I can spare a few
hundreds to give you your training _and_ your fun--and it will be a
pleasure to me to do so. I will make a formal arrangement in my will so
that in the case of my--so that in any case the money may be
forthcoming. So, my dear, you may look upon the matter as settled, and
make your arrangements accordingly."
Darsie put her hands to her head. Her cheeks were white, but around her
eyes and nose an increasing pinkness of hue betrayed the inward struggle
of emotion.
"I'm going to cry! I'm going to cry!" she cried. And when Lady Hayes
began a protest, "Oh, Aunt Maria, don't, _don't_ be proper!" she pleaded
piteously. "I can't bear it just now. Please, please let me thank you
in my own way! I must howl! I _must_! I'm all seething and churning
with emotion, and if I don't cry I shall burst; but oh, I _do_ love
you--I adore you--I shall worship you until my dying day... You'll be
like a saint to me. I'll put you up on a pedestal and burn incense to
you every day of my life. If you _knew_ what it meant! And I've been
so mean and hateful--such a contemptible little worm! Oh, if I lived a
hundred thousand years, I could never repay you for this!"
"My dear, does it strike you that you are talking in a very wild,
exaggerated fashion?"
"I am, I am! Girls _do_, Aunt Maria, when they are off their heads with
joy. Wild, I mean, not exaggerated--I mean it, every word. Oh, I
_must_ hug you. Never mind your cap; I must give you a bear hug, if I
die for it. Dear, dearest, kindest, best--"
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