. Bessie on her travels . em on her pillow, if mammawould have allowed it. She made a pretty picture as she sat upon 82 Bessie on her Travels, the staircase of the House, the day after their arrival, her lap full of red, white, andyellow roses, which she was arranging withno small taste and daintiness into bouquetsfor her people. Three pair of eyes were watching her,—those of a grave-looking gentleman, who stoodat the foot of the stairs; and those of Ar-thur and Charlotte Lathrop, who were peeringat her over the banisters from above. ButBessie noticed neither until Arthur called herattention b
. Bessie on her travels . em on her pillow, if mammawould have allowed it. She made a pretty picture as she sat upon 82 Bessie on her Travels, the staircase of the House, the day after their arrival, her lap full of red, white, andyellow roses, which she was arranging withno small taste and daintiness into bouquetsfor her people. Three pair of eyes were watching her,—those of a grave-looking gentleman, who stoodat the foot of the stairs; and those of Ar-thur and Charlotte Lathrop, who were peeringat her over the banisters from above. ButBessie noticed neither until Arthur called herattention by making a sound like a snarlingdog. Bessie started and looked up, then wenton with her work in silence. I say, said Arthur, are you making awreath of roses for that old Mother Hubbardyou took such a fancy to on board the steam-er ? - Bessie made no answer. Why dont you speak when youre spokento ? said Arthur. Did you give your tongueto Mother Hubbard ? When Im talked to politely, I always doBpeak, said the little Bessies Travels. p. 82. An Old Enemy but New Friend. 83 Oh! and were not polite enough to suityou, I suppose, said Arthur, sneeringly. Tis only engineers daughters and thelike who are fit company for her, joined inCharlotte. We might go and take lessons fromMother Hubbard, and then perhaps shed likeus better, said Arthur. I say. Miss Brad-ford, what school did you learn your mannersin, that you dont speak when youre spokento? Bessie remained silent again. Do you hear ? shouted Arthur. Once I heard of a school where they onlypaid two cents for learning manners, saidBessie, demurely. What then ? asked Arthur. I should think that was the kind of aschool you had been to, answered Bessie. And why, Id like to know ? Cause I shouldnt think they could teachmuch manners for two cents. Arthur was a clever boy with a quick sense 84 Bessie on her Travels. of humor; and he was so struck with whathe considered the wit and smartness of theretort, that he forgot to be angry,
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