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Abbeychurch by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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stopped for ever, and never do anything. Perhaps I shall not come
back this hour and a half, for old Mrs. Clayton must be dying to hear
all about our Consecration, luncheon, dinner, &c., and as she is the
widow of the last Vicar, we are in duty bound to be civil to her, and
I must go and call upon her. Oh! you poor thing, I forgot how
deserted you will be, and really the drawing-room is almost
uninhabitable with that Bengal tiger in it. Here is that delightful
Norman Conquest for you to read; pray look at the part about Hereward
the Saxon.'

Elizabeth would not trust herself to stay with Anne any longer, and
ran down-stairs, and might soon be heard putting up her umbrella and
shutting the front door after her.

Anne found the afternoon pass rather heavily, in spite of the
companionship of William the Conqueror and Hereward the Saxon, of
assisting the children in a wet day game of romps, and of shewing
Dora and Winifred the contents of the box they had admired the day
before. Helen and Lucy were sitting at work very comfortably in the
corner of the sofa in the inner drawing-room; Harriet and Katherine
very busy contriving the spencer in the front drawing-room, keeping
up a whispering accompaniment to the conversation of the elder
ladies--if conversation it could be called, when Mrs. Hazleby had it
all to herself, while giving Lady Merton and Mrs. Woodbourne an
account of the discomforts she had experienced in country quarters in
Ireland.

Sir Edward and Mr. Woodbourne were engaged in looking over the
accounts of the church in the study, and Fido was trying to settle
his disputes with Meg Merrilies, who, with arching back, tail erect,
and eyes like flaming green glass, waged a continual war with him
over her basket in the hall.

Anne was very glad to hear her cousin's footstep in the hall as she
returned. Coming straight to the drawing-room, Elizabeth exclaimed,
'Mamma, did you tell Mrs. Clarke that she might have a frock for
Susan?'

'Yes, my dear,' said Mrs. Woodbourne; 'she asked me yesterday when
you were not near, and I told her you would give her one. I thought

 
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