Diary of Mrs. Kitty Trevylyan; A Story of the Times of Whitefield and the Wesleys

9781150341533: Diary of Mrs. Kitty Trevylyan; A Story of the Times of Whitefield and the Wesleys
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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1866. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... HAVE had a great pleasure to-day. A letter from Cousin Evelyn, the first letter I ever received, except two from Mother in London; and the very first I ever received at home from any one. It has already, I believe, greatly increased my consequence in Betty's eyes. I was shelling peas in the kitchen window when a gentleman on horseback rode up and asked Betty, who was scrubbing down the windowsill, if Miss Trcvylyan lived there. "What new-fangled title is that?" muttered Betty. "Miss Trevylyan, indeed! if it is our Mrs. Kitty you mean, she is there, and you can speak to herself." (Betty's temper has not improved lately; and she has relapsed into impenetrable silence about herself.) Taking off his hat with a bow, the horseman handed me, through the open window, the letter which Evelyn had addressed in the new style. It would have reached me before, he said, only it had met with many misadventures. The King's mail had been robbed on Hounslow Heath; and although the "gentlemen of the road" had most politely restored the letters after rifling the bags of their pecuniary contents, the postman had been wounded in the fray, and this had caused a delay of some days. Then there had been a flood over some part of the road which had swept away the bridges; and finally, when the letter reached Falmouth, the farmer's lad to whose care it had been committed, after carrying it about some days in his pocket, forgot for whom it was meant, and not being able to read, judiciously carried it back to the postoffice nearest him; and there it might have .been lying for no one knows how much longer, had not the gentleman who gave it me politely volunteered to take it to its * destination on his way to his home further west. The unusual clatter of horse's hoofs had brought Father into th...

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