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BRENDA’S SUMMER AT ROCKLEY
“Speaking of girls,” said Nora, “reminds me of Angelina. We saw her the other day on our way to Nahant.”
Thereupon, between them, Nora and Brenda told Julia about their rather singular meeting with Angelina. Julia looked serious when they had finished the story.
“Do you know,” she said, “I believe that we shall have more trouble with Angelina than with all the rest of the Rosas. I have a letter here from Miss South; let me read what she says,” and she pulled he letter from her pocket.
My dear Julia,—My grandmother and I are spending a very pleasant month at Milton, and Fidessa scampers about the garden as gayly as if she had never known any other home. I really believe that my grandmother is delighted to be out of the city, although she is slow to admit it. For several years she has been in the habit of remaining in the city all summer. But now that she has a granddaughter to look after her, she is beginning to find out that it is possible to be almost as comfortable in a boarding-house as in her own home. Toward the first of August we are going down to Marblehead. You know I have found a house on a hill overlooking the water, where we shall be the only boarders. That will be the next thing to being in a house of our own.
I must tell you now that the other day we drove over to Shiloh. I spent half an hour with Mrs. Rosa, while my grandmother drove out toward the Lake. Mrs. Rosa is looking much better for the change of air, and the children are as happy as can be. Angelina is the only discontented one. The place is too quiet for her, and she makes her mother miserable by repining for the city. I wish that Mrs. Rosa could be a little sterner with her. She is inclined to let Angelina have her own way. Perhaps when there are more
