Thurston Willcoxen, a-coming back--la, yes! to be sure! we had almost
all of us forgotten him, leastwise I had. And then, Miss Marian," she
said, as our blooming girl returned to her place at the table, "I just
thought I would bring over that muslin for the collars and caps you were
so good as to say you'd make for me."
"Yes, I am glad you brought them, Miss Nancy," said Marian, in her
cheerful tone, as she helped herself to another roll.
"I hope you are not busy now, my dear."
"Oh, I'm always busy, thank Heaven! but that makes no difference, Miss
Nancy; I shall find time to do your work this week and next."
"I am sure it is very good of you, Miss Marian, to sew for me for
nothing; when--"
"Oh, pray, don't speak of it, Miss Nancy."
"But indeed, my dear, I must say I never saw anybody like you! If
anybody's too old to sew, and too poor to put it out, it is 'Miss
Marian' who will do it for kindness; and if anybody is sick, it is 'Miss
Marian' who is sent for to nurse them; and if any poor negro, or
ignorant white person, has friends off at a distance they want to hear
from, it is 'Miss Marian' who writes all their letters!"
When they arose from breakfast, and the room was tidied up, and Edith,
and Marian, and their guest, were seated at their work, with all the
cottage windows open to admit the fresh and fragrant air, and the rural
landscape on one side, and the sea view on the other, and while little
Miriam sat at their feet dressing a nun doll, and old Jenny betook
herself to the garden to gather vegetables for the day, Miss Nancy
opened her budget, and gave them all the news of the month.
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