Hildegardes Neighbors

Hildegarde's Neighbors

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THE HILDEGARDE SERIES
Hildegarde's Neighbors
A STORY FOR GIRLS
BY LAURA E. RICHARDS
Author of
"The Margaret Series," "The Hildegarde Series," "Captain January,"
"Melody," "Five Minute Stories," etc.
ILLUSTRATED

TO
M.C.G.
IN TOKEN OF THE AFFECTION OF MANY YEARS.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER
I. THE ARRIVAL
II. OLD FRIENDS AND NEW
III. PUMPKIN HOUSE
IV. HESTER'S PLAYROOM
V. TEA AT ROSEHOLME
VI. ANOTHER TEA-PARTY

VII. IN GOOD GREEN WOOD
VIII. "HANDS ACROSS THE SEA"
IX. MERRY WEATHER INDOORS
X. A NEW LIFE
XI. A NIGHT-PIECE
XII. A-SAILING WE WILL GO
XIII. IN PERIL BY WATER
XIV. ROGER THE CODGER
XV. A MORNING HOUR
XVI. GOOD-BY

HILDEGARDE'S NEIGHBORS

CHAPTER I
.
THE ARRIVAL.

"Mamma," said Hildegarde Grahame, flying into her mother's room, "I
have news for you, thrilling news! Guess what it is!"
Mrs. Grahame looked up from her sewing.
"The house is on fire," she said, quietly, "or you have found a Royal
Walnut Moth; or, possibly, Hugh has developed wings and flown away.
None of these things would greatly surprise me; but in the first case I
must take action, while in either of the others I can finish this seam."
"Continue your prosaic labours!" said the girl. "The dress is mine, and I
want it."

She sat down, and fanned herself with her broad straw hat. "It is hot!"
she announced with emphasis.
"And that is the news?" said her mother. "Astonishing! I should never
have guessed it, assuredly."
"Madam, you are a tease! The big yellow house is let, and the family is
moving in today, at this moment! NOW, how do you feel?"
"Much the same, thank you!" was the reply. "Slight acceleration of the
pulse, with fever-flush; nothing more. But it is great news, certainly,
Hilda. Do you know anything of the people?"
Hildegarde quoted:
"'I saw them come; one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down
behind, Their shoes were on their feet.'
"Mr. and Mrs. Miles Merryweather, six children, cook, housemaid and
seamstress, two dogs, two cats (at least the basket mewed, so I infer
cats), one canary bird, and fourteen trunks."
"Do I understand that Miss Grahame has been looking through the gap
in the hedge?"
"You do, madam. And oh, mammina, it was such fun! I really could not
help it; and no one saw me; and they came tumbling in in such a funny,
jolly way! I rather think we shall like them, but it will be strange to
have such near neighbours."
"I wonder what the Colonel will say!" Mrs. Grahame commented.
"He is pleased," said Hildegarde; "actually pleased. He knows Mr.
Merryweather, and likes him; in fact, he has just been telling me about
them."
"Hildegarde, you are becoming a sad gossip," said Mrs. Grahame,
severely. "I think you would better sit down and work these buttonholes
at once."
"So that I can repeat the gossip to you," said this impertinent young
woman, kissing her mother lightly on the forehead. "Precisely, dear
madam. Where is my thimble? Oh, here! Where are the buttonholes?
Oh, there! Well, now you shall hear. And I fear I have been a gossip,
indeed.
"It began with obedience to my elders and betters. You told me to go
down and see how Mrs. Lankton's 'neurology' was; and I went. I found
the poor old thing in bed, and moaning piteously. I am bound to say,
however, that the moans did not begin till after I clicked