ever met again, until Miss
Carr came to bid her farewell.
"You are going to Canada," she said, shaking Flora heartily by the hand.
"You are wise. In that wild country you will enjoy the glorious
privilege of living as you please. I would go too, but I am afraid the
cold winters would not agree with Muff, and her comfort has to be
considered as well as my own. I spent a winter in New York; and I liked
the Americans first-rate. But as to pure democracy, my dear, that's all
a humbug. No well-educated, wealthy persons, ever consider themselves
upon an equality with their servants. But they are pleasant, kind,
intelligent people to live with, if you have plenty of money, and dress
well. I know nothing of Canada; it was too insignificant to awaken
either interest or curiosity. I shall regard it with more complacency
for your sake."
Flora took the opportunity of thanking Miss Carr for her kindness during
her illness.
"What a serious matter you make of a trifle!" said Wilhelmina, laughing.
"Don't thank me. It was neither out of love nor charity I sent it, but
just to make you confess that wine was a good thing after all, and much
better to take than the doctor's stuff."
"The doctor had recommended wine, but we could not afford it. I never
told Lyndsay a word about it, for fear he should lay out the money we
wanted so much for our voyage, in such an expensive remedy. I am certain
that it did me a great deal of good."
"Doubtless," said Wilhelmina. "I am glad to have rendered you a service,
however trifling. You are a clear, prudent creature, but want spirit to
live as you please. I leave this hum-drum place to-morrow. Perhaps some
of these days we may meet again; if not, you may live to learn that you
slighted the friendship of one of the greatest geniuses that has arisen
in this age."
Miss Carr left the town on foot, as suddenly as she had entered it. Who
or what she was remains a riddle to this day: we are almost inclined to
believe that she was a _myth_.
CHAPTER X.
OLD JARVIS AND HIS DOG NEPTUNE.
"Ma'am, old Jarvis is in the kitchen. He has brought some fish, and
wants to see you," said Flora's maid one morning, as her mistress had
just finished washing and dressing the baby.
"The poor old man! I thought he was dead," said Flora. "I have not seen
him for such a long time!" and, with baby in her arms, she followed the
girl into the kitchen.
David Jarvis was a fisherman, well known upon that coa
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