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The villagers, being afoot, were the first to climb the slope to the main street, while the country neighbours packed themselves more slowly into the sleighs under the shed. "Ain't you riding, Mattie?" a woman's voice called back from the throng about the shed, and Ethan's heart gave a jump.
They're in a place you don't know about," Zeena answered darkly, with one of her secret looks. She went out of the kitchen and Mattie, rising, began to clear the dishes from the table. As she passed Ethan's chair their eyes met and clung together desolately. The warm still kitchen looked as peaceful as the night before.
When they married it was agreed that, as soon as he could straighten out the difficulties resulting from Mrs. Frome's long illness, they would sell the farm and saw-mill and try their luck in a large town. Ethan's love of nature did not take the form of a taste for agriculture.
Then his mother got queer and dragged along for years as weak as a baby; and his wife Zeena, she's always been the greatest hand at doctoring in the county. Sickness and trouble: that's what Ethan's had his plate full up with, ever since the very first helping."
Zeena waited a moment, as if giving him time to feel the full force of the contrast between his own excitement and her composure. Then she replied in the same smooth voice: "I know well enough what they say of my having kep' her here as long as I have." Ethan's hand dropped from the door-knob, which he had held clenched since he had drawn the door shut on Mattie.
"What letter do you mean, Miss Larrabee?" asked Ham, suspending his whistle, and looking as blank as though he had never heard of it. "Why, the letter I came for last night," replied the ancient maiden. "For yourself?" "Yes; the letter from Ethan's folks." "I haven't heard anything about it before."
This display of opulence was misleading, for though he did a fairly good business it was known that his easygoing habits and the demands of his large family frequently kept him what Starkfield called "behind." He was an old friend of Ethan's family, and his house one of the few to which Zeena occasionally went, drawn there by the fact that Mrs.
"If you meant to engage a girl you ought to have told me before you started," he said. "How could I tell you before I started? How did I know what Dr. Buck would say?" "Oh, Dr. Buck " Ethan's incredulity escaped in a short laugh. "Did Dr. Buck tell you how I was to pay her wages?" Her voice rose furiously with his. "No, he didn't.
"I gol! she cuts a wide swath, don't she?" exclaimed Uncle Ethan, profoundly impressed with the list. "They ain't no better bitter in the world," said the agent, with a conclusive inflection. "What's its speshy-ality? Most of 'em have some speshy-ality." "Well summer complaints an' an' spring an' fall troubles tones ye up, sort of." Uncle Ethan's forgotten pan was empty of his gathered bugs.
I'm going to proceed to break his young heart; and if he yells murder I'll fire him! On the contrary, if he's one of Ethan's tribe well, the Peasleys always did their duty; I'll say that for them. I hope he stands the acid." Whereupon Cappy Ricks squared round to his desk and wrote: San Francisco, July 5, 19 . Captain Matthew Peasley, Master Barkentine Retriever, Hoquiam, Washington.
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