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"And now, Faith Gartney, tell me all about it! What sent you here?" "Nothing. Nobody. I came, aunt. I wanted to see the place, and you." The rough eyebrows were bent keenly across the table. "Hum!" breathed Aunt Henderson. There was small interior sympathy between her ideas and those that governed the usual course of affairs in Hickory Street.

One day, Aunt Faith had twisted her foot by a slip upon the stairs, and was kept at home. Glory, of course, was obliged to remain also, as Miss Henderson was confined, helpless, to her chair or sofa. Faith Gartney and the minister walked down the pleasant lane, and along the quiet road to the village church, together.

And he says he'll give me a ride, but not yet. He wants to see papa. Make haste, papa." Faith dropped her towel, and as Mr. Gartney rose to go out and meet his visitor, just whispered, hurriedly, to her mother: "I'll come down again. I'll see him before he goes." And escaped up the kitchen staircase to her own room. Paul Rushleigh came, he told Mr.

Gartney releasing Major's head, and uttering a sound of encouragement, the horse raised himself, with a half roll, and a mighty scramble, first to his knees, and then to his four feet again, and shook his great skin. Mr. Gartney examined the harness. The broken shaft proved the extent of damage done. This, at the moment, however, was irremediable.

Gartney smiled a little, feebly; and an expression of almost childlike rest and relief came over her face. She felt herself in strong hands. "And you?" she asked. "Shall I send you something here?" "I've drunk a cup of tea, before I started. If I see my way clear, I'll run down for a bite after you get through. I don't want any special providings. I take my nibbles anyhow, as I go along.

It must be what Miss Beecher called the 'chivalry of horses'!" "It's the chivalry that has to develop under petticoat government!" retorted Mr. Gartney. At this moment Faith's blue flag waved vehemently over her head. She had caught the jingle of bells, and perceived a sleigh, with a man in it, come out into the crossing at the foot of Garland Lane.

It holds us all. Under one roof. One family whatever happens! Now, put away the book, and come here; you two!" It was done; and Roger Armstrong and Faith Gartney stood up, side by side, before her. "I haven't said so before, because I wouldn't set people troubling beforehand. But in my own mind, I'm pretty sure of what's coming. And if I hadn't felt so all along, I should now.

Gartney smiled, and Faith could not help laughing outright. Hendie burst into a passion of tears. "Everybody keeps plaguing me! It's too bad!" he cried, with tumultuous sobs. Faith checked her laughter instantly. She took the indignant little fellow on her lap, in despite of some slight, implacable struggle on his part, and kissed his pouting lips. "No, indeed, Hendie!

Away off, up the lane, and over the meadows, every tree and bush was hung with twinkling gems that the slight wind swayed against each other with tiny crashes of faint music, and the sun was just touching with a level splendor. After that first, quick cry, Faith stood mute with ecstasy. "Mother!" said she, breathlessly, at last, as Mrs. Gartney entered, "look there! have you seen it?

And then, other hours, or minutes, she knows not which, went by. And then, a stir a feeble word a whisper from Nurse Sampson a low "Thank God!" from her mother. The crisis was passed. Henderson Gartney lived. "So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy hand and thy heart, and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all."