"Don't cry, Fanny--please don't cry!" said Redbud.
"I'm not crying!" said Miss Fanny, shedding floods of tears--"I'm not
sorry--I'm mad with Miss Lavinia for making _you_ cry; I hate her!"
"Oh!" sobbed Redbud, "that is very wrong."
"I don't care."
"She's my cousin."
"No matter! She had no business coming here and making you unhappy."
With which Miss Fanny sniffed, if that very inelegant word may be
applied to any action performed by so elegant a young lady.
"Yes! she had no business--the old cat!" continued the impulsive
Fanny, "and I feel as if I could scratch her eyes out!--to make you
cry!"
"But I won't any more," said Redbud, beginning afresh.
"And I will stop, too," said Fanny, becoming hysterical.
After which solemn determination to be calm, and not display any
further emotion on any account, the two young ladies, sinking into
each other's arms, cried until their white handkerchiefs were
completely wetted by their tears.
They had just managed to suppress their emotion somewhat--preparatory
to commencing again, doubtless--when the door of the apartment opened,
and a servant girl announced to Miss Redbud that a gentleman had
come to see her, and was waiting for that purpose at the foot of the
stairs.
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