American fiction -- 19th century; Dime novels; Popular literature
Mrs. Fleming readily guessed that money was no consideration with the
lady, and as it was of much importance to her, she decided to ask the
highest possible price at first, and then fall if necessary. After a
moment, during which she seemed to be thinking, she said:
“I don’t know but I can accommodate you with three rooms, though I do
not often rent an extra parlor, and if I do so now my daughter Josephine
must give up the room she occupies when she is here.”
“Then she is not at home?” Beatrice said, feeling that she must know
that fact before she engaged board, where the only attraction was
Josephine who, she found, had only gone for a week or so to Oak Bluffs,
with a party of friends, and was expected daily.
The price named for the three rooms, though high for Holburton, did not
seem unreasonable to Beatrice, and the bargain was closed with the
understanding that Beatrice was to take immediate possession.
“It will be a change for Mrs. Morton; a relief to Aunt Nancy; a possible
benefit to Everard, and an amusement to me,” Beatrice thought, as she
hurried back to Bronson, where she found the Rev. Theodore himself,
handsomer, more elegant in appearance, because better dressed, than when
she saw him last, and very glad to see her, as an old friend who was
kind to his wife and children.
To the Holburton plan he listened approvingly. It would do Mollie good,
he said, for two sick people in one house were quite too many for the
comfort of either. But Mollie demurred; she could not sleep in new
places unless everything were right, and she presumed there were swarms
of crickets and tree-toads, and possibly bull-frogs, there among the
mountains, to make the night hideous.
It would be impossible to portray the scorn and disgust which blazed in
the black eyes of Mrs. Julia Hayden, who was present, when Mollie
uttered her protest against Holburton.
“Crickets, and tree-toads, and bull-frogs, indeed! She’d like to see the
bull-frog which could keep her awake, even if it sat on her pillow and
croaked in her ear; it was all nonsense, such fidgets. Just use your
will and a little common sense, and you will sleep through everything.”
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