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Armour, Rebecca Agatha, 1846?-1891

"Marguerite Verne"


As the spire of Apohaqui Church gleamed in the distance Jennie
caught her companion by the arm exclaiming, "Madge, I cannot realize
that we are going to have your dear old self for three long weeks. I
hope papa will be at the station to meet us."
"If not what matter; I love to take good long walks."
"And so do I, my pretty coz; just wait until I trot you out over the
hills and far away," said Jennie, giving her companion a pinch on
the ear that caused it to assume a crimson dye. Sussex Vale, in all
its loveliness now came within sight.
"My own, my native land," cried Jennie, in high glee, as she eagerly
looked for the guard of honor that would be awaiting the arrival.
"I thought so. Look Madge."
The latter saw a group of merry children, a respectable-looking man,
whose good-natured face could belong to none other than Uncle
William Montgomery.
"Wasn't it lucky that you came on a Saturday, Cousin Marguerite; it
is just lovely in the fields now."
The bright-eyed urchin had claimed a seat beside the delighted
maiden with all the airs of a gallant, and jealously guarded all
access from the other unfortunates.
"Hal is not going to ride beside Cousin Marguerite to-morrow, for I
will get in first," whispered a younger lad to his confidante--
Jennie.


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