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Paul was a man. He could not sue, too cringingly, even for Faith Gartney's love. "And I told you, Faith, that I was satisfied to be allowed to love you. That you should love me a little, and let it grow to more. But if it is not love at all if I frighten you, and repel you I have no wish to make you unhappy. I must let you go.
Perhaps, now, her father would build, and they should come up every year. Perhaps Paul would stay altogether, and superintend. Perhaps anything! It was all a delightful chaos of possibilities; with this thing certain, that she and Faith would be together for the next four months in the glorious summer shine and bloom. Miss Gartney's wedding was simple.
Hendie and Mahala Harris had been removed upstairs, and the apartment was left at Miss Sampson's disposal. Mrs. Gartney's bed had been made up in the little dressing room at the head of the front entry, so that she and the nurse had the sick room between them.
The little Grubbling house in Budd Street was peopled all through, in every corner, with her fancies. Don't tell me she had nothing but her niggardly outside living there. And the wonder began to come up in her mind, as it did in Faith Gartney's, whether and when "something might happen" to her. "Athirst! athirst!
It depicts that bewitching period in life, lying between FOURTEEN and TWENTY, with its noble aspirations, and fresh enthusiasms. It is written by a very accomplished lady, and is "the best book ever written for girls." A lady of rare culture says, "'Faith Gartney's Girlhood, is a noble, good work, that could only have been accomplished by an elevated mind united to a chaste, tender heart.
Hendie's blocks and picture books were stowed in a corner cupboard. Mr. Gartney's newspapers and pamphlets, as they came, found room in a deep drawer below; and so, through the wintry drifts and gales, they were "close hauled" and comfortable.
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