I wonder whether he has been
sitting with Cousin Robert or at Broomhill! Well, good-night, Ada.
Here comes Hannah.'
CHAPTER XXV: THE THIRTIETH OF JULY
'The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose.'
The 30th of July was bright and clear, and Phyllis was up early,
gathering flowers, which, with the help of Jane's nimble fingers, she
made into elegant little bouquets for each of her sisters, and for
Claude.
'How is this?' said Mr. Hawkesworth, pretending to look disconsolate,
'am I to sing "Fair Phyllida flouts me," or why is my button-hole
left destitute?'
'Perhaps that is for you on the side-table,' said Lily.
'Oh! no,' said Phyllis, 'those are some Provence roses for Miss
Weston and Marianne, because Miss Weston likes those, and they have
none at Broomhill. Redgie is going to take care of them. I will get
you a nosegay, Frank. I did not know you liked it.'
She started up. 'How prudent, Phyllis,' said Eleanor, 'not to have
put on your muslin frock yet.'
'Oh! I am not going,' said Phyllis.
'Not going!' was the general outcry.
'No, poor Ada cries so about being left at home with only baby, that
I cannot bear it, and so I promised to stay.
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