it arose from some saddening reminiscence, or mistrust of the future;
"Charley must enliven her." And Charley, if he did not bring mirth,
eliminated the caged troubler.
She "had heard," she said, "that the law required her to choose a
guardian."
"True;" said Charley.
"Is there any specified time? has it expired?"
"A month hence will do; although Miss Read has made her choice."
"Ah! whom?"
"Mr. Talbot, the elder. Easy soul! he has not a thought of the pickle
he is in."
Ida was more serious. "Will you say the same of my selected protector."
"Probably--you being a _fac-simile_ of her."
"May I choose whom I please?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Will it be a very troublesome office?"
"Hum-m-m! I should say not. Some care--some responsibility--that is a
mere song, though, as your schooling is done, and you are a moderately
discreet young lady."
"Will you ask your brother to act? I prefer him above all other men in
the universe."
"Why not do it yourself? he will not object."
"He might be influenced by my anxiety, and assume the task because it
will make me happy--I want him to make an unprejudiced decision."
"I will look him up;" said Charley.
They re-entered together; and John bowed his tall form to kiss the
flushing cheek. "You will not seem more like a daughter, when you are
my ward, than you do now, Ida."
CHAPTER XXVII.
It was chinquapen season; and a grove of "bushes" on the outskirts
of the Poplar-grove plantation resounded with the jocund voices of a
nutting party. The green beards rolled back their white lips, in a
smile, saving as plainly as smile could say, for the shining brown
treasure--"Come and take us!" As a loaded upper limb was roughly
shaken, and screams of laughter and pretended fright arose from the
group, upon whose heads the hurtling shower descended, our friend
Charley might be seen, sauntering away, in suspicious unconcern;--Ellen
Morris was weaving her gay-coloured meshes around Mr. Euston's
susceptible heart, and Mary Truman, with Charley, as aid, was pioneer
to a dozen children of assorted sizes. One couple had strayed to the
edge of the grove, where, from the brow of a hill, they overlooked a
wide expanse of landscape. The lady, whose bloom was heightened by
exercise, or some other cause, was profoundly occupied in sifting
chinquapens--taken, a handful at a time, from her basket--into the same
again. Her cavalier was speaking low and impressively.
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