Out in the Forty-Five: Duncan Keith's VowHolt, Emily Sarah
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Out in the Forty-Five: Duncan Keith's Vow
Holt, Emily Sarah
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Juvenile fiction
How strange it did sound! I felt as if I had come into a new world.
"I hope that is not your best gown, child?" said my Aunt Dorothea.
"But it is, Aunt--my best tea-gown," I answered.
"Then you must have a better," replied she. "It is easy to see that was
made in the country."
"Certainly it was, Aunt. Fanny and I made it."
My Aunt Dorothea shrugged her shoulders, gave me a glance which said
plainly, "Don't tell tales out of school!" and turned to another lady in
the group.
At Brocklebank we never thought of not saying such things. But I see I
have forgotten many of my Carlisle habits, and I shall have to pick them
up again by degrees.
When we went up to bed, I found that Grandmamma had asked Annas to stay
in London. Annas replied that her father had given her leave to stay a
month if she wished it and were offered the chance, and she would be
very pleased: but that as Flora was her guest, the invitation would have
to include both. Grandmamma glanced again at Flora, and took another
pinch of snuff.
"I suppose she has some Courtenay blood in her," said she. "And
Drummond is not a bad name--for a Scotswoman. She can stay, if she be
not a Covenanter, and won't want to pray and preach. She must have a
new gown, and then she will do, if she keep her mouth shut. She has a
fine pair of shoulders, if she were only dressed decently."
"I am glad," said I, "for I know what that means. Grandmamma likes
Annas, and will like Flora in time. Don't be any shyer than you can
help, Flora; that will not please her."
"I do not think I am shy," said Flora; "at least, I never felt so
before. But to-night--Cary, I don't know what it looked like! I could
only think of a great spider's web, and we three poor little flies had
to walk straight into it."
"I wonder where Duncan and Angus are to-night," said Annas; "I hope no
one is playing spider there."
Flora sighed, but made no answer.
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