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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886

"Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier"


This was the simplicity of our friend Verty; and he unconsciously
commenced the overturning operation by saying:
"Redbud, did you find the flowers you wanted?"
The young girl replied:
"Oh, yes!"
"'Beauties of nature,' Miss Sallianna would call 'em, would'nt she?"
continued Verty, with a smile.
"Now, Verty!" said Redbud, reproachfully.
"I can't help it," returned Verty; "I don't like Miss Sallianna."
"Not like that paragon!" cried Fanny.
"No."
"Why not, sir?"
"She told me a story."
"A story, sir!"
"Yes."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself to speak so disrespectfully of
such a divine creature--with so much maiden innocence and intrinsic
simplicity," observed Miss Fanny, inclining her head upon one
shoulder, and rolling her eyes toward the sky.
Ralph began to laugh.
"I would'nt say it if it was'nt true," Verty said; "but it is."
"What story did she tell you, sir?" Fanny went on.
"She said that Redbud was in love with him--Ralph Ashley.


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