and the immediate alertness of one brother, and better recollections of the other, prevented any renewal of it.
CHAPTER XIII
There could hardly be a happier creature in the world than Mrs. John Knightley, in this short visit to Hartfield, going about every morning among her old acquaintance with her five children, and talking over what she had done every evening with her father and sister. She had nothing to wish otherwise,
and the immediate alertness of one brother, and better recollections of the other, prevented any renewal of it.
CHAPTER XIII
There could hardly be a happier creature in the world than Mrs. John Knightley, in this short visit to Hartfield, going about every morning among her old acquaintance with her five children, and talking over what she had done every evening with her father and sister. She had nothing to wish otherwise,
