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Tracy Park

CHAPTER III
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I shall never get used to it,' and the hot tears sprang to her eyes as she longed to be back in the kitchen where she had worked so hard.
But Dolly did not know then how readily people can forget the life of toil behind them and adapt themselves to one of luxury and ease; and with her the adaptability commenced in some degree the moment Shannondale station was reached, and she saw the handsome carriage waiting for them.

A carriage finer far and more modern than the one from Collingwood, in which Mrs.Atherton and the young lady took their seats, laughing and chatting so gayly that they did not see the woman in the big plaid who stood watching them with a rising feeling of jealousy and resentment as she thought of Mrs.Atherton, 'She does not even notice me.' But when the Tracy carriage drew up, Grace Atherton saw and recognized her, and whispered, in an aside to her companion: 'For goodness' sake, Edith, look! There are the Tracys, our new neighbors.' Then she bowed to Mrs.Tracy, and said: 'Ah, I did not know you were on the train.' 'I sat right behind you,' was Mrs.Tracy's rather ungracious reply: and then, not knowing whether she ought to do it or not, she introduced her husband.
'Yes, Mr.Tracy--how do you do ?' was Mrs.Atherton's response; but she did not in return introduce the young girl, whose dark eyes were scanning the strangers so curiously, and this Dolly took as a slight and inwardly resented it.
But Mrs.Atherton had spoken to her and that was something, and helped to keep her spirits up as she was driven along the turnpike to the entrance of the park.
On the occasion of Mrs.Frank's first and only visit to her brother-in-law it was winter, and everything was covered with snow.

But it was summer now, the month of roses, and fragrance, and beauty, and as the carriage passed up the broad, smooth avenue which led to the house, Dolly's eyes wandered over the well-kept lawn, sweet with the scent of newly-mown grass, the parteries of flowers and shrubs, the winding walks and clumps of evergreens here and there formed into fancy rooms, with rustic seats and tables under the over-hanging boughs; and when she reflected that all this was hers to enjoy for many years, and perhaps for her life-time, she felt the first stirring of that pride, and satisfaction, and self-assertion which was to grow upon her so rapidly and transform her from the plain, unpretentious woman who had washed, and ironed, and baked, and mended in the small house in Langley into the arrogant, haughty lady of fashion, who courted only the rich and looked down upon her less fortunate neighbors.

Now, however, she was very meek and humble, and trembled as she alighted from the carriage before the great stone house which was to be her home.
'Isn't this grand, Dolly ?' her husband said, rubbing his hands together and looking about him complacently.
'Yes, very grand,' Dolly answered him; but somehow it makes me feel weaker than water.

I suppose, though, I shall get accustomed to it.'.


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