I think she is a lady, mamma; I like
her, she is so kind.'
'Yes, Gladys, do,' said Netta, 'you know this is not Abertewey. But
where did you get this game?'
'Miss Gwynne sent it, ma'am, she will come and see you by-and-by. I am
sure I hear Mr Rowland's voice on the stairs,'
Gladys said this to avoid another start, and Rowland appeared. Having
kissed his sister and niece, and shaken hands with Gladys, he sat down
to the breakfast-table. Gladys was still standing, but he begged her to
sit down, and she did so.
'Miss Gwynne sent me all this, Rowland,' said Netta, 'except the
carnation, that was mother's.'
Netta had placed it in her bosom.
'Uncle must have a flower too, mamma,' said Minette, jumping up, and
taking him a red geranium. 'Let me put it into your button-hole, it
smells so sweet.'
Rowland smiled and coloured as that sprig of red geranium from
Glanyravon was placed in his coat by his little niece, and in spite of
his better resolutions, when he went home, it was transferred to a
glass, and treasured as long as imagination could fancy it a flower.
After breakfast, Gladys asked Netta if Minette might go with her to see
Miss Gwynne, as she was obliged to leave for a short time.
'Gladys, you are going away, and would carry off my child, I know you
are,' said Netta, 'all, all! nobody cares what becomes of me.
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