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"No matter you're a grown-up man who, as far as knowledge of women is concerned, has the heart of a baby," observed Hildreth. "in these days of sex-sophistication a fine thing!" cried Ruth. "Yes, when out of the mouths of babes and sucklings come quotations from Havelock Ellis and Ellen Key!" cried Darrie. "Good! Darrie, good!" Hildreth applauded....
As she sat smiling and blushing over the memory of what she had done and said in those delicious hours, a servant tapped at the door and announced that Master Hildreth, whom she bore in her arms and whose chubby fists were stuck into his eyes, was crying most disconsolately lest he should lose his "new grandma" while he slept.
To be sure we have had Bancroft, and Sparks, and Hildreth, but these and their brethren have told us as little about the history of the people as Lingard, Hume, Hallam, and all the rest of them told England.
Le Moyne had admired the courage of Mollie Ainslie before she saw her; she had been charmed with her beauty and artless grace on the first night of her stay at Mulberry Hill, and had felt obliged to her for her care of the little Hildreth; but she had not once thought of considering her the peer of the Richardses and the Le Moynes, or as standing upon the same social plane as herself.
In addition to these whose names I have given, there were in succeeding numbers articles from Richard Hildreth, the historian, Park Benjamin, the poet, John G. Whittier, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Professor Longfellow, Miss Hannah F. Gould, Dr. W. B. O. Peabody, of Springfield, Dr.
Penton immediately whisked out of my sight, full of uncontrollable emotion.... Darrie and Ruth almost fell upon me, trying to persuade me not to rejoin Hildreth. I evaded by saying that I was now on my way to Europe, that possibly I might see her before I went, but I had an hour till train time. My MSS. was packed again, my Josephus, my Homer, my Shakespeare, my Keats, my bath robe.
"Keep your clothes on, and don't accuse a man of disloyalty until you have all the documents in the case," he said. "I didn't know, until I saw your bulletin a few hours ago, that the thing had been pulled off. In fact, I've been too busy with other things to pay much attention to the Belmount end of it." "The ded-devil you have!" sputtered Hildreth, chewing savagely on the gift cigar.
As I sat in the library of the big house reading Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, I overheard Darrie telling Ruth in the bathroom that Hildreth would not have insisted on donning her tights, if she had not been proud of her symmetrical legs, and had not wanted to show them off to me.
"I'm I'm not going to the little cottage to-night." "Then I'll say good-night!" "No, come on in and we'll sneak out to the kitchen and find something to eat ... aren't you hungry?" "A little bit. But I'm afraid we might wake Ruth and Darrie up." We tip-toed in. Hildreth searching for the matches, knocked the wash-basin to the floor. We stood hushed like mice.
"Jesus, how beautiful!" I cried. We were standing in front of her cottage, that darkled in the trees. Suddenly, roused by our voices, like some sweet, low, miraculous thing, a little bird sang a few bars of song, sweet and low, in the bushes somewhere, and stopped.... "Hildreth, don't let's go to bed yet." I caught her arm in my hands, "it's too beautiful ... to go to bed."