Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901 / 2008-09-11 00:00:00
"Take care, Alex, take care," cried
Beatrice, in a sort of excruciated tone; "don't you see what a pinch
you are giving it! Only the initiated ought to handle a print: there
is a pattern for you," pointing to Fred.
She cut right and left: both looked annoyed, and retreated from the
table. Fred thinking how Alex must look down on fingers which
possessed any tenderness; Alex provoked at once and pained. Queen
Bee's black eyes perceived their power, and gave a flash of laughing
triumph.
But Beatrice was not quite in her usual high spirits, for she was very
sorry to leave her mother; and when they went up stairs for the night,
she stood long over the fire talking to her, and listening to certain
parting cautions.
"How I wish you could have come, mamma! I am so sure that grandmamma in
her kindness will tease Aunt Mary to death. You are the only person
who can guard her without affronting grandmamma. Now I--"
"Had better let it alone," rejoined Mrs. Geoffrey Langford. "You will
do more harm than by letting things take their course. Remember, too,
that Aunt Mary was at home there long before you or I knew the place."
"Oh, if that tiresome Aunt Amelia would but have had some
consideration! To go out of town and leave Aunt Susan on our hands
just when we always go home!"
"We have lamented that often enough," said her mother smiling.
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