mmoned her to the window to see how Matilda Rowland
was allowed to run across the road to her grandmamma's, without so much
as a hat upon her head,--to see Jim Bird, the oldest man in the parish
(believed to be near a hundred), who was resting himself on the bank of
the hedge,--to see the peacock which had been sent as a present from Sir
William Hunter to Mr James, the lawyer, and which was a great nuisance
from its screaming,--to say whether the two little Reeves, dropping
their curtseys as they went home from school, were not little
beauties,--and, in short, to witness all the village spectacles which
present themselves before the windows of an acute observer on a fine
spring morning. The young ladies had to return to their seats as often
as wheels were heard, or the approach of parasols was discerned.
Among the earliest visitors were Mrs Enderby and her redoubtable son,
Mr Philip. Mrs Enderby was a bright-eyed, brisk, little old lady, who
was rather apt to talk herself quite out of breath, but who had
evidently a stronger tendency still; and that was, to look on the bright
side of everything and everybody. She smiled smiles full of meaning and
assent in return for Mrs Grey's winks about Hester's beauty; and really
cheered Hester with accounts of how good everybody was at Deerbrook.
She was thankful that her maid Phoebe was better; she knew that Mrs
Grey would not fail to inquire; really Phoebe was very much better; the
influenza had left sad effects, but they were dispersing. It would be a
pity the girl should not quite recover, for she was a most invaluable
servant--such a servant as is very rarely to be met with. The credit of
restoring her belonged to Mr Hope, who indeed had done everything. She
supposed the ladies would soon be seeing Mr Hope. He was extremely
busy, as everybody knew--had very large practice now; but he always
contrived to find time for everything. It was exceedingly difficult to
find time for everything. There was her dear daughter, Priscilla (Mrs
Rowland, whose husband was Mr Grey's partner); Priscilla devoted her
life to her children (and dear children they were); and no one who knew
what she did for her children would expect anything more from her; but,
indeed, those who knew best, she herself, for instance, were fully
satisfied that her dear Priscilla did wonders. The apology for Mrs
Rowland, in case she should not call, was made not without ingenuity.
Hester fully understood it; a
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