A Girl in Spring-TimeVaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
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A Girl in Spring-Time
Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schoolgirls -- Juvenile fiction
"I am interested in Ceylon. Do tell me all about it!" she said.
Whereat her companion smiled, and said that was a "large order." He
proceeded, however, in easy, chatty manner to give some interesting
accounts of the country, and his own adventures therein. He told, for
instance, of how darkness fell suddenly upon the land, and the tiny
streams swelled in an hour to the magnitude of a river; how, when
returning from a friend's bungalow one evening, the oil in his lantern
had given out, and he had been compelled to crawl on hands and knees
along the dangerous road; how, on the borders of a forest, he had seen
two snakes standing erect in deadly combat, and could remember a flight
of white butterflies, three miles in length and of such density that
they obscured the sun as with a cloud. He told stories of his
elephants, too; how they had worked for him in building the big
tea-factory on which he had been engaged, dragging the heavy stones up
the hillsides, and pushing them into their own particular niche, with
their ponderous feet. How steadily they worked, and with what
persistence, until the bell rang at four o'clock, when they instantly
turned tail, ambled off to their lines, and refused to do a stroke of
work until the next morning. "Fifteen years!" he sighed; "fifteen
years! It is a good slice out of a man's life. When I went out, I had
dreams of making my fortune in a few years and coming home to spend it
in England, but the days of rapid fortune making are over, and I shall
probably end my life in Ceylon. I wasn't much older than you are now,
Miss Mildred, when my guardian packed me off to an office in the city,
and I was obliged to sit copying letters at a desk from morning till
night. Bah! how I hated it. I made up my mind to go abroad the moment
I was twenty-one, and could claim my money, but when the time came, I
felt pretty bad at leaving. I had a special chum, with whom I lived and
worked, and played, and shared every joy and sorrow. It was a terrible
wrench to part from him--and from someone else--the lady who is now my
wife! You have been introduced to her, I think; there she is in the
blue dress, sitting in the front of the other coach."
"With the brown hat? Yes, I know; I like her. She looks awfully
sweet." Mildred nodded her head decisively, and her companion's eyes
twinkled in response.
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