Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 13: what you’re looking at

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7 . HE LATTISONS AND THEIR NEIGHBORS. ii contrast to the light, elegant, cheerful cottage of the Reynolds’. The principal apartments, parlors, drawing-rooms, and guest- chambers were very large and handsome, needing only new painting and papering. The rest of the house was cut up into oddly-shaped places, like closets, leading from one to another, and in which much of the broken furniture remained. The Lattisons, when they came from the hotel in the city, brought a great deal of splendid household plenishing, and servants iu abundance, all of whom were old and well trained. It seemed, after a while, as if every thing about the place went like clock-work. The gardeners soon reduced the weedy lawn to order and beauty, and planted new ground with choice fruits and flowers. Anne and her brother were often scen walking over the place, or riding through the avenues, or on the shore. Though the sister was the youngest, and looked eyen more childish than she was, by reason of her extreme delicacy, she seemed ever to have a watchful care over her tall, handsome brother. Wherever he was, she was sure to follow, and whatever he did, to applaud. It was some time—to the Reynolds an age—before the two families became acquainted, On no account could they have made the first advances; but morning and night they thought and talked about them, wondering what their pursuits were, how they were educated, and what their future plans would be. At Jast their dearest wish was gratified. Mrs. Lattison and her neighbors met by chance, were each pleased with the other, and, waving all formality, the mistress of the Grove called upon Mrs. Reynolds, who was an invalid. The young man, with his sister, accompanied her; and of course-Coraline and Francis were soon on the best of terms with them. Mrs, Lattison was a small, quiet woman, with a sorrowful face. She looked care-worn, avd though, judging from her children, she must once have been beautiful, was not so now. The soft hair that waved gracefully on each side of the fair fore- head was tinged with gray. The eyes wore that heavy, fatigued look that suggests the possibility of frequent weeping, and her voice was a plaintive monotone, yet musical, and of rare qualities, An invitation for the young people to the Grove succeeded, and with great delight Coraline and Frank looked forward to the visit. Comiclooksaconn