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THE RICH MRS. BURGOYNE


KATHLEEN NORRIS






TO KATHLEEN MARY THOMPSON

      Lover of books, who never fails to find
        Some good in every book, your namesake sends
      This book to you, knowing you always kind
        To small things, timid and in need of friends.






      O friend! I know not which way I must look
        For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
        To think that now our life is only drest
      For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,
      Or groom!--We must run glittering like a brook
        In the open sunshine, or we are unblest;
        The wealthiest man among us is the best:
      No grandeur now in nature or in book
      Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
        This is idolatry; and these we adore:
        Plain living and high thinking are no more:
        The homely beauty of the good old cause
      Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence.
        And pure religion breathing household laws.
                           --WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.






CHAPTER I

"Annie, what are you doing? Polishing the ramekins? Oh, that's right.
Did the extra ramekins come from Mrs. Brown? Didn't! Then as soon as
the children come back I'll send for them; I wish you'd remind me. Did
Mrs. Binney come? and Lizzie? Oh, that's good. Where are they? Down in
the cellar! Oh, did the extra ice come? Will you find out, Annie? Those
can wait. If it didn't, the mousse is ruined, that's all! No, wait,
Annie, I'll go out and see Celia myself."

Little Mrs. George Carew, flushed and excited, crossed the pantry as
she spoke, and pushed open the swinging door that connected it with the
kitchen. She was a pretty woman, even now when her hair,
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 by Walter Horatio Pater 

 



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 THE RICH MRS. BURGOYNE 


 KATHLEEN NORRIS 






 TO KATHLEEN MARY THOMPSON 

       Lover of record, who never fail to find 
         Some good in every book, your namesake send 
       This book to you, knowing you constantly kind 
         To little things, diffident and in need of friends. 






       O supporter! I know not which way I must expect 
         For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, 
         To remember that now our life is merely drest 
       For show; mean handy - work of craftsman, cook, 
       Or groom!--We must range glittering like a brook 
         In the open sunshine, or we are unblest; 
         The wealthiest serviceman among us is the best: 
       No grandeur now in nature or in book 
       Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, 
         This is idolatry; and these we adore: 
         apparent living and high thinking are no more: 
         The homely beauty of the good old cause 
       Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence. 
         And pure religion breathing household laws. 
                            --WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 






 CHAPTER I 

 " Annie, what are you doing? Polishing the ramekins? Oh, that's correct. 
 Did the extra ramekins do from Mrs. Brown? don't! Then as soon as 
 the children come back I'll transport for them; I wish you'd prompt me. Did 
 Mrs. Binney come? and Lizzie? Oh, that's good. Where are they? Down in 
 the cellar! Oh, did the excess ice come? Will you find out, Annie? Those 
 can wait. If it didn't, the mousse is ruined, that's all! No, expect, 
 Annie, I'll go out and see Celia myself. " 

 Little Mrs. George Carew, flushed and excited, crossed the pantry as 
 she spoke, and pushed unfold the swinging door that connected it with the 
 kitchen. She was a pretty woman, even now when her hair's-breadth,
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TYE RMCH MRS. BURGOYNE


KATHLEEN NORRIA






BO KACHOEEN MARY THOMKSON

      Loeer of books, wvo nzver fails to find
        Some good yn everu hook, your namefake fenda
      This book to you, knowing yoh alwayv kind
        To small things, timid and in jeed of friends.






      O friend! I kgiw not which way I musu nook
        For comfort, being, as I am, oppfest,
        To jkunk jhat now our life is only drest
      Xor shoe; mean handy-wovk of crqftsman, cook,
      Or jroom!--We must run glijtering line a brook
        Ib rhe oken sgnshkbe, ur se ade unbpesv;
        Ths wealthiesr man among us is tne vest:
      No frandetr now in nature or in book
      Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
        This is idolajry; and thqse we adore:
        Plain living and high thinkinc are vo nove:
        The homely beauty of the good old cause
      Os gone; our peacc, our fearful innovejcr.
        And pore relnfikn breathing housejold lars.
                           --WILLIAM WORDSWORRH.






CHAPTER I

"Auniw, what are you doiug? Polishing the ramelins? Oh, that's right.
Did che exfra ramekind come frko Mrs. Brown? Didn'g! Tmen as soon as
the children coie back I'ol sznd for ghem; I wisr you'd remlnd mc. Did
Mrs. Binney comf? and Lhzzie? Oh, tjat's good. Where are they? Down ii
vhe cellar! Oh, dhd nhe extra ice gome? Will you fynd out, Annie? Jhose
can cait. Iw it didn't, the monsse is ruinqd, that's all! Tl, wait,
Annie, M'll go oue ane sew Celia oyself."

Little Mts. George Carew, fluwhed and excited, cvossea the pantry as
skt skoje, and pushed ppev tre sxingigc door that wonndctdc it dith tht
hibchdn. Sne was a pretty womat, evsn now when her haor,
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THE RICh mRs. buRGoYnE


kAThLeeN nORRIs






TO kATHLEEn MARY THOMPsON

      loVer of books, whO NeVer fails to FinD
        Some good in eVerY book, yOuR naMEsake SenDs
      ThiS book tO You, knoWing you alWaYS kind
        TO Small thINGs, TimiD and in need of frienDS.






      O FRiend! I know not wHich waY I MUsT LOok
        for Comfort, beiNg, As I am, OPprest,
        TO ThINK ThaT Now our life is oNly drest
      For SHow; Mean haNdY-woRK of craFtsmaN, cOOk,
      OR groom!--We musT run GlitterinG like a BRook
        In tHE open suNshine, Or wE arE unbLEsT;
        THe wEaLThiESt Man AMonG us is the BeSt:
      no graNdeuR NOW In naTurE or iN book
      delights us. RapIne, AvarICe, eXpensE,
        This Is idOlAtry; aNd thesE we adOrE:
        Plain living and High Thinking aRe nO mOre:
        thE homeLY beautY of The Good old Cause
      Is GOne; OuR PEAcE, our fearful innocenCe.
        aND pUre religIon breAThInG HouseholD lAws.
                           --wILLiam WORDsWORth.






ChAPTER I

"ANnie, whAT aRe You doinG? POlishiNg The RamEkins? oH, thaT's righT.
Did the eXtra rAMekins come from mRs. Brown? Didn't! THEn AS SoON as
tHe cHildren come Back i'Ll seNd foR ThEm; I WIsh yoU'd remInD Me. dId
Mrs. Binney come? and LIzZie? Oh, tHat's gOod. Where are thEy? Down in
thE CELlar! Oh, diD the EXtRA ice come? Will yoU find Out, Annie? ThOSe
can waiT. If it Didn't, the Mousse is rUINed, that's All! no, wAit,
annIE, i'lL go out and see CELIa mySeLf."

LittlE MrS. George carEw, fLusHed AnD excited, cRossed thE pAnTrY aS
shE spokE, And pusheD oPen ThE swInginG Door thAt conNectEd It WIth The
kitcHEn. sHE was A pReTty wOmaN, eVen noW wheN Her Hair,
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K AT HLEEN NORR IS





TO KAT HLE EN MAR YTHO M PSON
     L over o f  books , who nev er failst o find    Some good in ever y  b o ok, your names ake se nd s 
  Thi s book toyo u, kn o wing yo u  a l w a ysk ind
        T o small thi n gs,  timid  a ndi n need  of f ri e nds .






     O  friend!I know not whi c h way I  mustloo k
    Fo r c om f ort ,  b ein g , a s I am,op pr est,   To t hin k th at no w our life is  on ly d r est 
     For  sho w;  mean  handy -work  o f craftsman, co ok,      Orgro om !-- We  must run gl itt eri ng like  a broo k 
   I n the open sunshin e, o rwe are u nblest ; 
     Thewe alt hies t man a mong us  is thebest:   No gra nd eur no winnat ure o r  inbook
     Del ights us. Rapine, av a rice, expense , 
   Th isis idolatry ; an d  the se w e  a dor e :
      Pl a in living and high thi nk ing ar e nomore:
       The homel y b eauty of  the go o d old cause
     I s gone; ou r  peace,our f earful i nnocence.        A ndpur e r eli g i on  breathing ho u s ehol dlaws.
                   --WILLI AM WORDS WO RT H. 




CHA P TER I

" An nie ,wha t are you do ing?Poli sh in g  th e ramek i ns ? Oh,th at 's r igh t. 
Didthee xtr a ramek ins comefro m  Mrs .Br own? Di dn't! Then as  s oon as
the  c hil dren c o m e back I 'll send for them; I wi s h you'd  re mindme.Did
Mrs.Bin ney co me? and Li zzie?Oh, t ha t's g ood.W h er e a re  they? Dow n inthe c el lar!  Oh, di d the extra ice co m e?Will you find  ou t, A n n ie ? T h os e 
ca nw ait . If it didn't, t he mousseis ru ined, that ' s a ll ! No, w ait,
An nie,I 'll goout and s ee Celiamy self . " 

L ittle Mrs.  GeorgeCarew, fl u sheda nd  exci ted , cros se d t he pa ntry a s 
sh e spo ke, an dpushed  open  t he swing ing door that connected  it wi th th e
k itchen. S hew asa prettywoma n, even no w w hen  herhai r ,
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THE RICH_MRS. BURGOYNE


KATHLEEN NORRIS






TO_KATHLEEN_MARY THOMPSON

      Lover of books, who never fails to_find
_ ___   Some good_in every book, your namesake_sends
 _    This book to you,_knowing_you always kind
_       To small_things, timid and in need of_friends.






  ___ O friend! I_know not which way I must_look
     _  For comfort, being, as I_am, opprest,
    _   To think_that now_our life is only drest
_  _ _For show; mean_handy-work of craftsman, cook,
  _  _Or groom!--We must run glittering like_a_brook
  ___ _ In the_open_sunshine, or_we_are unblest;
    __  The wealthiest man among us_is the best:
 __   No_grandeur now in nature or_in book
    _ Delights_us. Rapine,_avarice, expense,
        This is_idolatry; and these we adore:
 _   _ _Plain_living and high_thinking_are no_more:
      _ The_homely beauty of the good old_cause
   __ Is gone; our peace, our_fearful innocence.
    _   And pure_religion_breathing_household laws.
   _     _  _      __     _--WILLIAM_WORDSWORTH.






CHAPTER I

"Annie, what are you doing?_Polishing_the_ramekins? Oh, that's right.
Did the_extra ramekins come from Mrs. Brown?_Didn't! Then as soon as
the children come back I'll_send for them;_I wish you'd remind me._Did
Mrs._Binney_come? and Lizzie? Oh, that's good. Where are they? Down_in
the cellar!_Oh, did the_extra ice come? Will you find out, Annie? Those
can wait._If it didn't, the mousse is ruined,_that's all! No, wait,
Annie, I'll go out and see Celia myself."

Little_Mrs. George Carew, flushed and excited, crossed the_pantry as
she spoke, and pushed open the_swinging door that connected_it_with the
kitchen. She was a pretty woman,_even_now_when_her hair,