Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 12: what you’re looking at

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BB. THE BEAUTY OF WILLARD’S MILL. “Oh waal, never mind now, Zara,” said Mrs. Gleason, ad- dressing Mrs, Willard by her Christian name; “like as not she'll turn out to be a real pleasant-mannered girl, and not a bit proud. It’s often just so with proud people’s children— they see so much on it at home that they git kind of sot against high notions themselves. "Twas so with some of Gleason’s relations in Pennsylvania—some of ’em had been bro’t up in Philadelfy—they was just as nice-behaved young folks as ever I see.” bs “For my own part,” said Minnie, “I think my cousin ought to be proud, and I shall be disappointed if she isn’t; I’m sure I should be so if I had only had half as much rea- son.” Whether this view of Minnie’s sentiments relieved Mrs. Willard’s mind of some secret apprehensions, or whether she really doubted whether there was any cause for so much speculation at all, her good spirits were restored, apparently, and she said, Iaughing : “Tt is great folly to be talking in this way about Amy’s children before we have occasion. Perhaps it’s my old-maid sister that’s coming, or some distant relation we none of us would worry over.” “T should like to see Amy’s children, and like to treat_them well,” spoke Mr. Willard, when the question had been put aside by the others, and still gazing absently into the fire; “she was a fine woman—a very fine, large-souled woman, though she was rather willful, and spoiled by us all. Yes, Amy’s children would certainly be welcome.” Then musing again while the women talked of other matters—“ Zara, how long is it since we have heard from Amy ?” “T think it‘is more than three years,” said Mrs. Willard. “Well, I can not go to the Grove to-morrow—there’s the head-workman to be here who is to settle some questions about the new house; but the day after I can go, I think, and don’t fail to let me know if any thing is wanted.” “Tl give you a memorandum,” said Mrs. Willard; and Minnie looked wistfully at her mother asf she would like to put down an item or two—ignorant, poor child, that the things she coveted would haye made her cousin Constance smile. But she was accustomed to self-denial even in such small matters; comlicbooks.com