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The Imperialist

CHAPTER V
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Once as a little girl she had taken a papoose from a drunken squaw and brought it home for her mother to adopt.

Mrs Murchison's reception of the suggested duty may be imagined, also the comments of acquaintances--a trick like that! The inevitable hour arrived when she should be instructed on the piano, and the second time the music teacher came her pupil was discovered on the roof of the house, with the ladder drawn up after her.

She did not wish to learn the piano, and from that point of vantage informed her family that it was a waste of money.

She would hide in the hayloft with a novel; she would be off by herself in a canoe at six o'clock in the morning; she would go for walks in the rain of windy October twilights and be met kicking the wet leaves along in front of her "in a dream." No one could dream with impunity in Elgin, except in bed.

Mothers of daughters sympathized in good set terms with Mrs Murchison.


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