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"I do," said the farmer, feeling seriously at the button over it. "All right; I shan't ask ye to show it in the street," Anthony rejoined, and smote Rhoda's hand as it hung. "Glad to see your old uncle are ye?" Rhoda replied quietly that she was, but had come with the principal object of seeing her sister. "There!" cried Anthony, "you never get a compliment out of this gal.
The old farmstead was a happier home for Joan than it had ever been for Rhoda. She had few indulgences, but she had the baby, the wonderful child whom she had found lying in the manger on Christmas Day. By-and-by, as she grew older, she understood Rhoda's sorrowful story, and how it was he had been laid there in order that she might find him.
"Miss Merivale insists on thinking so," said Rhoda quietly. "But I cannot be sure of it." "Don't you remember your own people at all? I can feel for you, if that is so. My father and mother died while I was a baby. Can you remember your mother? I wish I could." "No, I cannot remember her." "And your father?" "Just a little." Rhoda's cold, brief replies checked Pauline.
Onward from city to city, like a radiation of light from the old farm-house, where so little of it was, Dahlia continued her journey; and then, without a warning, with only a word to say that she neared Rome, the letters ceased. A chord snapped in Rhoda's bosom. While she was hearing from her sister almost weekly, her confidence was buoyed on a summer sea. In the silence it fell upon a dread.
Every word was a blow to him; but he took it, as well as Rhoda's apparent dilatoriness, among the things to be submitted to by a man cut away by the roots from the home of his labour and old associations. Above his bowed head there was a board proclaiming that Queen Anne's Farm, and all belonging thereunto, was for sale.
I shall be so far away, and so lonely, all through the dark winter. Will you write to me? 'Gladly. And tell you all we are doing. Rhoda's voice sank for a moment; her eyes wandered; but she recovered the air of confidence. 'We seemed to have lost you; but before long you will be one of us again. I mean, you will be one of the women who are fighting in woman's cause.
She who talks of her lover will be led to think of him. Miss Barfoot knew not whether to hope for the marriage of this strange pair. She was distrustful of her cousin, found it hard to imagine him a loyal husband, and could not be sure whether Rhoda's qualities were such as would ultimately retain or repel him. She inclined to think this wooing a mere caprice.
"Cause I don't take ne'er a notice." "Then you'll be kicked out, old man." "Hey! there y' have me," said Master Gammon. "I growed at the farm, and you don't go and tell ne'er a tree t' walk." Rhoda laid her fingers in the veteran's palm. "You're a long-lived family, aren't you, Master Gammon?" said Robert, eyeing Rhoda's action enviously.
This here's the girl for my money." He touched Rhoda's arm, and so disappeared. The farmer chided her for her cold manner to her uncle, murmuring aside to her: "You heard what he said." Rhoda was frozen with her heart's expectation, and insensible to hints or reproof.
Lovell manage to talk together of such things? Why, two men rather hang their heads a bit. My notion is, that women ladies, in especial, ought never to hear of sad things of this sort. Of course, I mean, if they do, it cannot harm them. It only upsets me. Why are ladies less particular than girls in Rhoda's place?" "She comes up to town with her father to-morrow. The farm is ruined.
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