"Everything in the world has come to Dell Sherburne. She seems to have a double portion."
Fanny Beaumanoir sat on the step of the great porch at Sherburne House. Her sister-in-law was in a pretty wicker rocking-chair, doing some exquisite lace-work. Beside her, on a soft rug, the baby of the household laughed and crowed, and three little ones were tumbling about on the grass, with a small colored maid to see that no harm befell them.
A lovely summer afternoon, with the scent of the mornings shower in the air, and a sky still broken with some fleecy, drifting clouds, tempering the sunshine. All the air was sweet with fragrance.
The eight years of Tessy Beaumanoir's married life and the cares of motherhood had not worn her or brought any dissatisfactions. There had been very few sorrows and many joys. Her life might have seemed narrow to some women, but she said to her husband it reached to the ends of the earth.
"Everything in the world has come to Dell Sherburne. She seems to have a double portion."
Fanny Beaumanoir sat on the step of the great porch at Sherburne House. Her sister-in-law was in a pretty wicker rocking-chair, doing some exquisite lace-work. Beside her, on a soft rug, the baby of the household laughed and crowed, and three little ones were tumbling about on the grass, with a small colored maid to see that no harm befell them.
A lovely summer afternoon, with the scent of the mornings shower in the air, and a sky still broken with some fleecy, drifting clouds, tempering the sunshine. All the air was sweet with fragrance.
The eight years of Tessy Beaumanoir's married life and the cares of motherhood had not worn her or brought any dissatisfactions. There had been very few sorrows and many joys. Her life might have seemed narrow to some women, but she said to her husband it reached to the ends of the earth.