I wonder that you have not
been brought up to something beside killing time!"
"Madam!" vociferated Winnie, her face crimsoned with the insult which
she had received, but she paused, though still trembling with rage, her
eye had rested on a gentle form, standing within the open door--it was
the Sea-flower. With one finger upon her lip, her brow calm as the new
day, she gazed upon Winnie, till gaining her eye, unobserved by Mrs.
Santon she glided away. Instead of the rage Winnie would have poured
forth, she merely said, "I will send you the keys," and left the room.
Despatching a servant with the keys, which she had intended to have put
into her hands at the earliest opportunity, thereby acknowledging her
superior claim at once, she sought Natalie, whom she found seated in the
conservatory, enjoying the Indian summer breeze, which stole softly in
among the fragrant plants, which were the particular objects of her
care. Each knew what was uppermost in the other's mind, but Winnie's
heart was too full to speak.
"I have been thinking, Winnie," said the Sea-flower, "how thankful we
should be, that we have so many friends to love us.
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