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2015年07月30日
"Your terms are quite satisfactory, Miss Devon, and if my brotherapproves, I think we will consider the matter settled. Perhaps youwould like to see the children? They are little darlings, and youwill soon be fond of them, I am sure."A bell was rung, an order given, and presently appeared aneight-year old boy, so excessively Scotch in his costume that helooked like an animated checkerboard; and a little girl, whopresented the appearance of a miniature opera-dancer staggeringunder the weight of an immense sash .
"Go and speak prettily to Miss Devon, my pets, for she is coming toplay with you, and you must mind what she says," commanded mamma.
The pale, fretful-looking little pair went solemnly to Christie'sknee, and stood there staring at her with a dull composure thatquite daunted her, it was so sadly unchildlike.
"What is your name, dear?" she asked, laying her hand on the younglady's head.
"Villamena Temmatina Taltentall. You mustn't touch my hair; it'sjust turled," was the somewhat embarrassing reply .
"Mine's Louy 'Poleon Thaltensthall, like papa's," volunteered theother young person, and Christie privately wondered if thepossession of names nearly as long as themselves was not a burden tothe poor dears.
Feeling that she must say something, she asked, in her mostpersuasive tone:
"Would you like to have me come and teach you some nice lessons outof your little books?"If she had proposed corporal punishment on the spotgreater dismay. Wilhelmina cast herself upon the floorpassionately, declaring that she "touldn't tuddy," and Saltonstall,Jr., retreated precipitately to the door, and from that refugedefied the whole race of governesses and "nasty lessons" jointly .
"There, run away to Justine. They are sadly out of sorts, and quitepining for sea-air," said mamma, with both hands at her ears, forthe war-cries of her darlings were piercing as they departed,proclaiming their wrongs while swarming up stairs, with a skirmishon each landing.
"Go and speak prettily to Miss Devon, my pets, for she is coming toplay with you, and you must mind what she says," commanded mamma.
The pale, fretful-looking little pair went solemnly to Christie'sknee, and stood there staring at her with a dull composure thatquite daunted her, it was so sadly unchildlike.
"What is your name, dear?" she asked, laying her hand on the younglady's head.
"Villamena Temmatina Taltentall. You mustn't touch my hair; it'sjust turled," was the somewhat embarrassing reply .
"Mine's Louy 'Poleon Thaltensthall, like papa's," volunteered theother young person, and Christie privately wondered if thepossession of names nearly as long as themselves was not a burden tothe poor dears.
Feeling that she must say something, she asked, in her mostpersuasive tone:
"Would you like to have me come and teach you some nice lessons outof your little books?"If she had proposed corporal punishment on the spotgreater dismay. Wilhelmina cast herself upon the floorpassionately, declaring that she "touldn't tuddy," and Saltonstall,Jr., retreated precipitately to the door, and from that refugedefied the whole race of governesses and "nasty lessons" jointly .
"There, run away to Justine. They are sadly out of sorts, and quitepining for sea-air," said mamma, with both hands at her ears, forthe war-cries of her darlings were piercing as they departed,proclaiming their wrongs while swarming up stairs, with a skirmishon each landing.
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