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"I shall call soon to see your father and mother, Miss Gartney," said he, when they reached the road again beyond the brook, and their ways home lay in different directions. "This meeting, to-day, has given me pleasure." "How?" Faith wondered silently, as she kept on to the Cross Corners. She had hardly spoken a word.
Gartney said this, as he came up behind wife and daughter, and laid a hand on a shoulder of each. "I know one thing, though," said Faith. "I'll eat the buckwheats, as a vulgar necessity, and then I'll go over the brook and up in the woods behind the Pasture Rocks. It'll last, won't it?" "Not many hours, with this spring balm in the air," replied her father. "You must make haste.
By noon, it will be all a drizzle." "Will it be quite safe for her to go alone?" asked Mrs. Gartney. "I'll ask Aunt Faith to let me have Glory. She showed me the walk last summer. It is fair she should see this, now."
Then they drove on in silence, for a while; and then the minister, pleasantly and easily, brought on a conversation of everyday matters; and so they came to Cross Corners, just as Mrs. Gartney was gazing a little anxiously out of the window, down the road. Mrs.
He explained the prospect his father offered him, and the likelihood of his making a permanent home at Kinnicutt. "That is," he added, "if I am to be so happy as to have a home, anywhere, of my own." Mr. Gartney was delighted with the young man's unaffected warmth of heart and noble candor. "I could not wish better for my daughter, Mr. Rushleigh," he replied.
Mis' Battis came. She entered Mrs. Gartney's presence with nonchalance, and "flumped" incontinently into the easiest and nearest chair. Mrs. Gartney began with the common preliminary the name. Mis' Battis introduced herself as before. "But your first name?" proceeded the lady. "My first name was Parthenia Franker. I'm a relic'." Mrs.
Directly, when she had brought her hat, and spoken with her mother. Mrs. Etherege and Mrs. Gartney were sitting together in the guest chamber, above. At noon, after an early dinner, Mrs. Etherege was to leave. Mr. Armstrong stood upon the doorstone below, looking outward, waiting. If he had been inside the room, he would not have heard.
He pronounced her a "naïve, piquante little person," and already there was talk of how pleasant it would be, to have her in Madison Square, and show her to the world. Faith said nothing to this, but in her heart she clung to Kinnicutt. Glory thought Miss Gartney wonderful. Even Mr. Armstrong spoke to Aunt Faith of the striking beauty of her elder niece.
Gracious goodness!" she exclaimed, in an altered tone, as she came nearer to him for this purpose, "do it, some of the rest of you, and let me get out of his way! It was me!" And she vanished out of the room. "Even by means of our sorrows, we belong to the Eternal Plan." "Go in there," said Nurse Sampson to Mr. Gartney, calling him in from the porch, "and lay that man flat on the floor!"
"That lovely, wild, shady road we took last summer so often, where the grapevines grow so, all over the trees?" "Exactly," replied Mr. Gartney. "But you mustn't scream if we thump about a little, in the drifts up there. It's pretty rough, at the best of times, and the snow will have filled in the narrow spaces between the rocks and ridges, like a freshet. Shall you be afraid?" "Afraid!
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