Page 153 - Fairbrass
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young fellow's visits of course ceased, but
no one spoke of him, and no one missed
him except Fairbrass, and, of course, bis
sister. Though she busied herself about
the house and with her brothers and sisters
as usual, her sad face only too truly told
the tale of an ever-aching heart.
The long summer days had run their
course, and chill October was reigning in
his usual fitful fashion, now allowing a
radiant sun to illumine the beautiful
autumnal-tinted trees, and then causing
the gorgeous leaves of crimson, bronze and
gold to fall by thousands under the pressure
of clinging mists, dripping moisture, and
early frosts, when Fairbrass took it into his
head that he would go and have a peep at
some of his well-loved nooks in the garden
of the Little House. The truth is, though
he had not owned it to himself, he wanted
to get away for a time from the noisy
discord of the B ig House. It is very likely
that his active little brain magnified what
seemed to him to be the uncomfortable state
