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FLOWER AND JEWEL;
OR,
DAISY FORREST'S DAUGHTER.
BY
MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER.
THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY
CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A.
(Printed in the United States of America)
FLOWER AND JEWEL.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER XXV.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CHAPTER XXVII.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
CHAPTER XXIX.
CHAPTER XXX.
CHAPTER XXXI.
CHAPTER XXXII.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
CHAPTER XXXV.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
CHAPTER XL.
CHAPTER XLI.
CHAPTER XLII.
CHAPTER XLIII.
CHAPTER XLIV.
CHAPTER XLV.
CHAPTER XLVI.
CHAPTER XLVII.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
CHAPTER XLIX.
CHAPTER L.
CHAPTER LI.
CHAPTER LII.
CHAPTER LIII.
CHAPTER LIV.
CHAPTER I.
Young Mrs. Fielding opened her dark, heavy-lidded eyes and gazed
thoughtfully about the large, luxurious chamber, from which every ray
of sunshine had been carefully excluded. As her eyes became accustomed
to the subdued light she saw a fat old negro woman, in a white cap and
apron, dozing placidly in a large rocking-chair.
"Nurse! nurse!" she cried.
"Hi, honey!" and the sleeper wakened with a start, and waddled up to
the bed, with a broad smile on her dark visage.
"Have I been asleep, nurse? I feel so strange! I seem to remember that
I was sick, and the doctor was here--"
Her faltering words were interrupted by a low chuckle of satisfaction
from the old woman.
"Guess de doctor _was_ here! Guess he put you to sleep, too; 'case how,
he said, no use you suff'rin' sech cruel pains. Hi, honey! what you
reckin? Your trouble all pas' now, and you de happy mudder o' two de
beautifules' twins dat I eber sot my ole eyes on!"
As the excitable old woman blurted out her joyful news, Mrs. Fielding's
head sunk back heavily on the lace-trimmed pillow.
"Oh!" she cried, with a deep sigh of relief and joy.
"Oh, indeed!" echoed the proud old nurse; and she waddled across to the
large double crib and produced two tiny infants, which she carried to
the bedside on a pillow. Mrs. Fielding looked up eagerly, and a low cry
of delight broke from her lips.
"What little beauties! Look--they are opening their eyes! Oh, one has
blue eyes like my husband's, and one has dark eyes like mine! Are they
girls or boys, nurse?"
"Bofe gals!" replied the old woman, with a grunt of dissatisfaction.