. Recollections of Auton House . w- 52 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. ever, have visited me, from time to time, since my boyhood, as Ihave listened to the bright uproar of some grown-up ball-room. I used to be in such an excited state that Debrah would have todress me up before dark. The new suit, just home from Aunt Nancy Millers, with its brass buttons, and broad,ruffled collar, wasbuttoned up andpinned down beforesunset. Handswere washed (a badjob well over), andhair smoothed, ifsuch a thing waspossible with a tan-gled mass of yel-low tow full of widows peaks and soon as possibl
. Recollections of Auton House . w- 52 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. ever, have visited me, from time to time, since my boyhood, as Ihave listened to the bright uproar of some grown-up ball-room. I used to be in such an excited state that Debrah would have todress me up before dark. The new suit, just home from Aunt Nancy Millers, with its brass buttons, and broad,ruffled collar, wasbuttoned up andpinned down beforesunset. Handswere washed (a badjob well over), andhair smoothed, ifsuch a thing waspossible with a tan-gled mass of yel-low tow full of widows peaks and soon as possibleI sprang from thenursery, first downto the front door,where black Frebun stood in white cotton gloves, and a pointed,woolly tuft like a steeple on the top of his head. Then I spedthrough the two drawing-rooms which were being lighted, thenslyly peeped into the supper-room, only to be driven out by Rosan-nah and Mother Auton, who were surveying the tables for the lasttime. Then up the front stairs like a shot, through my mothers. THE MIDDLE CHAMBER. 53 room, where the wood fire had fallen down, then round by the thirdstory stairs, down the upper hall and into the middle I stopped, breathless. The company had, indeed, appearedin the shape of two old goodies who made it a point to arriveon the notch of time, and had already deposited their things1 onthe bed. While Debrah adjusted their rumpled gowns they surveyed thestaring boy before them, and then remarked : u Why, C. Anton,dont you know us ? I in Cousin Mary, and I am Cousin they turned to each other, and one of them said, He s abright boy, but I cant say he s handsome. This is their spare-room, these are Governor and Mrs. Toness portraits, the carpet is agood deal faded, aint it ? but the sheets, I see, are all linen. Lookat that horrid picture behind the pier-glass ! It is positively suppose they put it in here out of the way of the children. Weshall have an elegant supper, because they
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