Camping -- Fiction; Manners and customs -- Fiction
Corona faintly smiled. "When we have climbed high enough to see over that
fence," she said, "it becomes our duty to break it down."
"When I was in England," said the bishop, "I saw a fence--an oak
fence--which they told me had stood for four hundred years. It looked
awfully tough, and it now reminds me of some of the manners and customs of
civilization."
"When you were in England," said Corona, "did you visit Newnham College?"
He never had. But she told him that she had been there for two years. "And
now," she continued, "there may be time enough before I must pack up my
effects to finish what I was going to say to you about approximate
assimilations."
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE HERMITS CONTINUE TO FAVOR ASSOCIATION
When the Archibald party reached the capital city of their State, the four
of them took a carriage and drove immediately to the Dearborn residence.
Margery had insisted that Mr. Clyde should go with them, so that he and
she should present themselves together before her parents. In no other way
did she believe that the subject could be properly presented. The
Archibalds did not object to this plan; in fact, under the circumstances,
they were in favor of it. During the journey young Clyde had produced a
very favorable impression upon them. They had always liked him well
enough, and now that they examined his character more critically, they
could not fail to see that he was a kind-hearted, gentlemanly young man,
intelligent and well educated, and, according to private information from
Margery, his family was of the best.
Arrived at the Dearborn door, they found the house in the possession of
one female servant, who informed them that Mr. Dearborn was in Canada, on
a fishing expedition; that Mrs. Dearborn had gone to attend some sort of a
congress at Saratoga, and that she did not expect to be at home until the
following Friday, three days after, which was the day on which she had
expected her daughter to be brought back to her. This was disheartening,
and the four stood upon the steps irresolute. Margery ought to go to her
mother, but neither of the Archibalds wished to go to Saratoga, nor could
they despatch thither the prematurely betrothed couple.
"I know what we must do," said Mrs. Archibald, "we must go home."
"But, my dear," said her husband, "we agreed to stay away for a month, and
the month is not yet up."
"It doesn't matter," said she. "Kate and her husband will take us in for
the few days left. When we explain all that we have gone through, she will
not be hard-hearted enough to make us go to a hotel until Friday; Margery
can come with us."
Margery turned upon Mrs. Archibald a pair of eyes filled with earnest
inquiry.
"I know what you want," said Mrs. Archibald. "No, he can go to a hotel in
the town; and I shall write to your mother to come to us as soon as she
returns; then you two can present yourselves together according to your
plans. There is no use talking about it, Hector; it is the only thing we
can do."
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