Volume I Part 59 (2/2)
”No matter ? Oh, I'm so glad to be away! Walk a little faster, dear Hugh. Have you missed me at home?”
”Do you want me to say no or yes?” said Hugh, smiling. ”We did very well ? mother and I ? and I have left everything ready to have tea the minute you get home. What sort of a time have you had?”
In answer to which Fleda gave him a long history, and then they walked on a while in silence. The evening was still, and would have been dark but for the extreme brilliancy of the stars through the keen, clear atmosphere. Fleda looked up at them, and drew large draughts of bodily and mental refreshment with the bracing air.
”Do you know to-morrow will be Thanksgiving-day?”
”Yes; what made you think of it?”
”They were talking about it; they make a great fuss here Thanksgiving-day.”
”I don't think we shall make much of a fuss,” said Hugh.
”I don't think we shall. I wonder what I shall do ? I am afraid uncle Rolf will get tired of coffee and omelettes in the course of time; and my list of receipts is very limited.”
”It is a pity you didn't beg one of Mrs. Renney's books,” said Hugh, laughing. ”If you had only known ?”
” 'Tisn't too late!” said Fleda, quickly. ”I'll send to New York for one. I will! I'll ask uncle Orrin to get it for me.
That's the best thought!”
”But, Fleda, you're not going to turn cook in that fas.h.i.+on?”
”It would be no harm to have the book,” said Fleda. ”I can tell you, we mustn't expect to get anybody here that can make an omelette, or even coffee, that uncle Rolf will drink. Oh, Hugh! ?”
”What?”
”I don't know where we are going to get anybody! But don't say anything to aunt Lucy about it.”
”Well, we can keep Thanksgiving-day, Fleda, without a dinner,”
said Hugh, cheerfully.
”Yes, indeed ? I am sure I can ? after being among these people to-night. How much I have that they want! Look at the Great Bear over there! Isn't that better than New York?”
”The Great Bear hangs over New York, too,” Hugh said, with a smile.
”Ah! but it isn't the same thing. Heaven hasn't the same eyes for the city and the country.”
As Hugh and Fleda went quick up to the kitchen-door, they overtook a dark figure, at whom looking narrowly as she pa.s.sed, Fleda recognised Seth Plumfield. He was joyfully let into the kitchen, and there proved to be the bearer of a huge dish, carefully covered with a napkin.
”Mother guessed you hadn't any Thanksgiving ready,” he said, ”and she wanted to send this down to you; so I thought I would come and fetch it myself.”
”Oh, thank her! and thank you, cousin Seth; how good you are!”
”Mother ha'n't lost her old trick at 'em,” said he; ”so I hope that's good.”
”Oh, I know it is,” said Fleda. ”I remember aunt Miriam's Thanksgiving chicken-pies. Now, cousin Seth, you must come in, and see aunt Lucy.”
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