I will inquire into this gay outbreak, in
a land of stupidity. Hark, again!--how refreshing! I must and will
know what caused such a gush of mirth. Irish humor, perhaps, for Norah
is laughing, after her guttural fashion, too.--
As I popped my head into the kitchen, Little Ugly was just vanishing
at the opposite door. I could not make Norah tell me what Miss Etty
put under her arm, as she looked over her shoulder at me, and darted
out of sight. O my noisy boots! I might as well wear a bell round my
neck.
Stage-wheels are rattling up the road. Now they run upon the grass
before the door. I rush in undignified haste to the window. Shall
I--will I--go and help this long-expected Miss Flora to alight?
No,--for I see forty boxes on the coach-top. A very handsome girl,
really! I will get out a blameless dickey,--if such there be. First
impressions are important. I wish my hair was cut!
I hear my aunt coming to inform me of Flora's arrival. I shall be
hugely surprised! Humph!--will it be worth while to trouble myself
about the lop-eared dickey? Little Ugly will be amused, if I do. She
_can_ laugh, it seems. I had thought there was no fun in her mental
composition. Yet I have imagined a glimmer or so in her eyes, when she
thought I was not looking at them, and the shadow of a dimple in her
cheek now and then.
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