Stella Rosevelt — page 162: what you’re looking at

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156 A GREAT SHOCK. anybody so grand and mighty can walk on two legs like the rest of us common mortals,” she concluded, with grim humor. Star laughed merrily. Evidently Mrs. Blunt, as a loyal subject of a democratic country, did not look forward to the advent of this young sprig of nobility with very much relish. ‘‘You have not told me his name yet,” Star said. ‘‘Carrol—my Lord Carrol, of Carrolton, Derbyshire, Eng- land, and goodness knows what else,” Mrs. Blunt replied, spitefully, but with a toss of her head so exactly in imitation of Josephine when that young lady went soaring among the clouds, that Star was infinitely amused. ‘¢Lord Carrol, of Carrolton,” she repeated, reflectively. ‘‘I have never heard of any one by that name, and we lived in _ Derbyshire, too; but of course there are a great many people there of whom I know nothing.” ‘““That’ss true, no doubt; but his being a lord dont make -him any the better worth your knowing, according to my way of thinking. But, gracious me! J] mustn't stand here talking, when there are such heaps of work to be done;” and the ex- cited woman began to bustle about the room with decidedly more of energy than grace. ‘Now, Mrs. Blunt,” Star said, picking up an apron and tying it around her slim waist, ‘‘since you have such ‘heaps’ to do, let me do something to help you.” ‘‘ Bless you, child! you sha’n’t touch a thing. You ain’t going to spoil those pretty fingers for the piano, lord or no lord. I was baking and preserving all day yesterday, and had no time to make the black cake that madam gave orders for, so I sup- pose I've got it to do to-day, if ’tis Sunday.” And you've got all those raisins to seed, those currants to clean, and that citron to slice. It is too bad, Mrs. Blunt, and on this holy Sabbath, too,’ Star said, gravely, while she heaved =} (E(@) =} : BOG <Sx(e(0)