Alice assented, and, turning to Rosa, asked, "Do you like the country,
Miss Very?"
"To speak honestly," replied Rosa, "I do not. I told Mr. Sawyer so on
the train. It is hotter in the country than it is in the city. I can't
bear the ticking of a clock in my room, and I think crickets and owls
are more nerve-destroying than clocks, and I positively detest anything
that buzzes and stings, like bees, and wasps, and hornets."
"But don't you like cows, and sheep, and horses?" asked Alice; "I love
them."
"And I don't," said Rosa frankly. "I like beefsteak and roast lamb, but
I never saw a cow that didn't have a ferocious glare in its eye when it
looked at me." Both Quincy and Alice laughed heartily. "As for horses,"
continued Rosa, "I never drive alone. When I'm with some one I alternate
between hope and fear until I reach my destination."
"I trust you were more hopeful than fearful on your way from Eastborough
Centre," said Quincy.
"Oh! I saw at a glance," remarked Rosa, "that you were a skilful driver,
and I trusted you implicitly."
"I have had to rely a great deal upon Mr.
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