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7. CHAPTER VII.
CONSULTATION.

“O, Harry, I 'm so glad to see you back! In such
trouble as I 've been to-day! Don't you think, this very
morning, as I was sitting in Aunt Nesbit's room, Tomtit
brought up these two letters; and one of them is from Clayton,
and the other from Mr. Carson; and, now, see here what
Clayton says: `I shall have business that will take me in
your vicinity next week; and it is quite possible, unless I
hear from you to the contrary, that you may see me at Canema
next Friday or Saturday.' Well, then, see here;
there 's another from Mr. Carson, — that hateful Carson!
Now, you see, he has n't got my letter; says he is coming.
What impudence! I 'm tired to death of that creature, and
he 'll be here just as certain! Disagreeable people always
do keep their promises! He 'll certainly be here!”

“Well, Miss Nina, you recollect you said you thought it
would be good fun.”

“O, Harry, don't bring that up, I beg of you! The fact
is, Harry, I 've altered my mind about that. You know
I 've put a stop to all those foolish things at once, and am
done with them. You know I wrote to Carson and Emmons,
both, that my sentiments had changed, and all that
sort of thing, that the girls always say. I 'm going to dismiss
all of 'em at once, and have no more fooling.”

“What, all? Mr. Clayton and all?”

“Well, I don't know, exactly, — no. Do you know,
Harry, I think his letters are rather improving? — at least,
they are different letters from any I 've got before; and,

though I don't think I shall break my heart after him, yet
I like to get them. But the other two I 'm sick to death
of; and, as for having that creature boring round here, I
won't! At any rate, I don't want him and Clayton here
together. I would n't have them together for the world;
and I wrote a letter to keep Carson off, this morning, and
I 've been in trouble all day. Everybody has plagued me.
Aunt Nesbit only gave me one of her mopy lectures about
flirting, and would n't help me in the least. And, then, Old
Hundred: I wanted him to get out the carriage and horses
for me to go over and put this letter in the office, and I
never saw such a creature in my life! I can't make him do
anything! I should like to know what the use is of having
servants, if you can't get anything done!”

“O, as to Old Hundred, I understand him, and he understands
me,” said Harry. “I never find any trouble with
him; but he is a provoking old creature. He stands very
much on the dignity of his office. But, if you want your
letter carried to-night, I can contrive a safer way than that,
if you 'll trust it to me.”

“Ah! well, do take it!”

“Yes,” said Harry, “I 'll send a messenger across on
horseback, and I have means to make him faithful.”

“Well, Harry, Harry!” said Nina, catching at his sleeve
as he was going out, “come back again, won't you? I want
to talk to you.”

During Harry's absence, our heroine drew a letter from
her bosom, and read it over.

“How well he writes!” she said to herself. “So different
from the rest of them! I wish he 'd keep away from
here, — that 's what I do! It 's a pretty thing to get his
letters, but I don't think I want to see him. O, dear! I wish
I had somebody to talk to about it — Aunt Nesbit is so
cross! I can't — no, I won't care about him! Harry is a
kind soul.”

“Ah, Harry, have you sent the letter?” said she,
eagerly, as he entered.

“I have, Miss Nina; but I can't flatter you too much.
I 'm afraid it 's too late for the mail — though there 's never
any saying when the mail goes out, within two or three
hours.”

“Well, I hope it will stay for me, once. If that stupid
creature comes, why, I don't know what I shall do! He 's
so presuming! and he 'll squeak about with those horrid
shoes of his; and then, I suppose, it will all come out,
one way or another; and I don't know what Clayton will
think.”

“But I thought you did n't care what he thought.”

“Well, you know, he 's been writing to me all about his
family. There 's his father, is a very distinguished man, of
a very old family; and he 's been writing to me about his
sister, the most dreadfully sensible sister, he has got —
good, lovely, accomplished, and pious! O, dear me! I
don't know what in the world he ever thought of me for!
And, do you think, there 's a postscript from his sister,
written elegantly as can be!”

“As to family, Miss Nina,” said Harry, “I think the
Gordons can hold up their heads with anybody; and, then,
I rather think you 'll like Miss Clayton.”

“Ah! but, then, Harry, this talking about fathers and
sisters, it's bringing the thing awfully near! It looks so
much, you know, as if I really were caught. Do you know,
Harry, I think I 'm just like my pony? You know, she likes
to have you come and offer her corn, and stroke her neck;
and she likes to make you believe she 's going to let you
catch her; but when it comes to putting a bridle on her,
she 's off in a minute. Now, that 's the way with me. It 's
rather exciting, you know, these beaux, and love-letters,
and talking sentiment, going to the opera, and taking rides
on horseback, and all that. But, when men get to talking
about their fathers, and their sisters, and to act as if they
were sure of me, I 'm just like Sylfine — I want to be off.
You know, Harry, I think it 's a very serious thing, this
being married. It 's dreadful! I don't want to be a woman

grown. I wish I could always be a girl, and live just as
I have lived, and have plenty more girls come and see me,
and have fun. I have n't been a bit happy lately, not a
bit; and I never was unhappy before in my life.”

“Well, why don't you write to Mr. Clayton, and break it
all off, if you feel so about it?”

“Well, why don't I? I don't know. I 've had a great
mind to do it; but I 'm afraid I should feel worse than I do
now. He 's coming just like a great dark shadow over my
life, and everything is beginning to feel so real to me! I
don't want to take up life in earnest. I read a story, once,
about Undine; and, do you know, Harry, I think I feel just
as Undine did, when she felt her soul coming in her?”

“And is Clayton Knight Heldebound?” said Harry,
smiling.

“I don't know. What if he should be? Now, Harry,
you see the fact is that sensible men get their heads turned
by such kind of girls as I am; and they pet us, and humor
us. But, then, I 'm afraid they 're thinking, all the while,
that their turn to rule is coming, by and by. They marry us
because they think they are going to make us over; and
what I 'm afraid of is, I never can be made over. Don't
think I was cut out right in the first place; and there never
will be much more of me than there is now. And he 'll be
comparing me with his pattern sister; and I shan't be any
the more amiable for that. Now, his sister is what folks call
highly-educated, you know, Harry. She understands all
about literature, and everything. As for me, I 've just cultivation
enough to appreciate a fine horse — that 's the extent.
And yet I 'm proud. I would n't wish to stand second, in
his opinion, even to his sister. So, there it is. That 's the
way with us girls! We are always wanting what we know
we ought not to have, and are not willing to take the trouble
to get.”

“Miss Nina, if you 'll let me speak my mind out frankly,
now, I want to offer one piece of advice. Just be perfectly
true and open with Mr. Clayton; and, if he and Mr. Carson

should come together, just tell him frankly how the matter
stands. You are a Gordon, and they say truth always runs
in the Gordon blood; and now, Miss Nina, you are no longer
a school-girl, but a young lady at the head of the estate.”

He stopped, and hesitated.

“Well, Harry, you need n't stop. I understand you —
got a few grains of sense left, I hope, and have n't got so
many friends that I can afford to get angry with you for
nothing.”

“I suppose,” said Harry, thoughtfully, “that your aunt
will be well enough to be down to the table. Have you
told her how matters stand?”

“Who? Aunt Loo? Catch me telling her anything! No,
Harry, I 've got to stand all alone. I have n't any mother,
and I have n't any sister; and Aunt Loo is worse than nobody,
because it 's provoking to have somebody round that
you feel might take an interest, and ought to, and don't
care a red cent for you. Well, I declare, if I 'm not much,
— if I 'm not such a model as Miss Clayton, there, — how
could any one expect it, when I have just come up by myself,
first at the plantation, here, and then at that French
boarding-school? I tell you what, Harry, boarding-schools
are not what they 're cried up to be. It 's good fun, no
doubt, but we never learnt anything there. That is to say,
we never learnt it internally, but had it just rubbed on to
us outside. A girl can't help, of course, learning something;
and I 've learnt just what I happened to like and
could n't help, and a deal that is n't of the most edifying
nature besides.”

Well! we shall see what will come!