Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 1 (of 3)Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 1 (of 3)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
A little maid-servant, with a striped red and black woollen petticoat
and “short gown” of bright printed cotton, opened the door for him.
Descending a single step, Cuthbert entered a narrow passage, at the
end of which was another open door, with a bright prospect of trees
and flowers, and sunshine beyond. The lobby was paved with brick, very
red and clean, which the little servant seemed just to have finished
scouring; and an open door on one side of it gave him a glimpse of a
trim bed-chamber, with flowers on its little dressing-table; on the
other side was another door (closed) of another bed-room; and, looking
to the garden, the kitchen and the little parlour occupied the further
side of the house.
“Will ye just gang in, sir,” said the girl, removing her pail out of
Cuthbert’s way; “ye’ll get him in the garden himsel.”
Cuthbert obeyed, and passed by himself to the other door.
A very singular scene awaited him there. The garden was a large one,
and formed the greatest possible contrast to the dusky front of the
house. Apple trees in full blossom, and a bright congregation of all
the flowers of spring, surrounded the more homely produce in which the
large enclosure seemed rich. The door was matted round with climbing
plants, roses, and honey-suckles, which, in a month or two, would be as
bright and fragrant as now they were green; and a splendid pear-tree,
flushed with blossom, covered one entire side of the house.
But the animate part of the picture was still more
remarkable--scattered through the garden in groups, but principally
here near the door where some fine trees sheltered, and the sun shone
upon them, were a number of girls, from fourteen to twenty, working
the Ayrshire work as it is called--to wit, the fine embroideries on
muslin, which the Muirs “opened”--and talking, as girls generally talk,
very happily and gaily--with snatches of song, and pleasant laughter.
They had all the average good looks, and were dressed becomingly, as
girls in their class, who maintain themselves by needlework, generally
are. Completely astonished at first, Cuthbert became amused and
interested in the scene as he stood a moment unperceived at the door,
especially when, through the embowering leaves, he caught a glimpse of
the person he had come to see.
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