The Magic Egg, and Other StoriesStockton, Frank R.
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The Magic Egg, and Other Stories
Stockton, Frank R.
Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The more I walked about and talked with these good people and showed
them my possessions, the more I desired that the young lady should take
my house. Of course her parents were included in this wish, but it was
for her ears that all my remarks were intended, although sometimes
addressed to the others, and she was the tenant I labored to obtain. I
say "labored" advisedly, because I racked my brain to think of
inducements which might bring them to a speedy and favorable decision.
Apart from the obvious advantages of the arrangement, it would be a
positive delight to me during my summer wanderings in Europe to think
that that beautiful girl would be strolling through my grounds,
enjoying my flowers, and sitting with her book in the shady nooks I had
made so pleasant, lying in my hammocks, spending her evening hours in
my study, reading my books, writing at my desk, and perhaps musing in
my easy-chair. Before these applicants appeared it had sometimes
pained me to imagine strangers in my home; but no such thought crossed
my mind in regard to this young lady, who, if charming in the house and
on the lawn, grew positively entrancing when she saw my Jersey cows and
my two horses, regarding them with an admiration which even surpassed
my own.
Long before we had completed the tour of inspection I had made up my
mind that this young lady should come to live in my house. If
obstacles should show themselves they should be removed. I would tear
down, I would build, I would paper and paint, I would put in all sorts
of electric bells, I would reduce the rent until it suited their
notions exactly, I would have my horses' tails banged if she liked that
kind of tails better than long ones--I would do anything to make them
definitely decide to take the place before they left me. I trembled to
think of her going elsewhere and giving other householders a chance to
tempt her. She had looked at a good many country houses, but it was
quite plain that none of them had pleased her so well as mine.
I left them in my library to talk the matter over by themselves, and in
less than ten minutes the young lady herself came out on the lawn to
tell me that her father and mother had decided to take the place and
would like to speak with me.
"I am so glad," she said as we went in. "I am sure I shall enjoy every
hour of our stay here. It is so different from anything we have yet
seen."
When everything had been settled I wanted to take them again over the
place and point out a lot of things I had omitted. I particularly
wanted to show them some lovely walks in the woods. But there was no
time, for they had to catch a train.
Her name was Vincent--Cora Vincent, as I discovered from her mother's
remarks.
As soon as they departed I had my mare saddled and rode into town to
see my agent. I went into his office exultant.
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