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I tell Mary, 'Always do up your work in the forenoon. Girls must learn that. I never work afternoons, after my dinner-dishes are got away; I never did and never would." "Nor I, neither," chimed in Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Twitchel, both anxious to show themselves clear on this leading point of New England house-keeping. "There's another thing I always tell Mary," said Mrs. Katy, impressively.

Mayhew had come out, Seth tackled up o' purpose and come up to Newport to get them, and spent all his time, last winter, studyin' on it and makin' his remarks; and I tell you, Sir, he's a tight fellow to argue with. Why, that day, what with layin' stone wall and what with arguin' with Seth, I come home quite beat out, Miss Twitchel will remember." "That he was!" said his helpmeet.

Twitchel fled from the cushioned rocking-chair, and stood with the quivering air of one who feels she has no business to be anywhere in the world, until Mrs. Brown's bonnet was taken and she was seated, when Mrs. Twitchel subsided into a corner and rattled her knitting-needles to conceal her emotion. New England has been called the land of equality; but what land upon earth is wholly so?

You see, they want the Doctor to get married; it seems more comfortable-like to have ministers married; one feels more free to open their exercises of mind; and as Miss Deacon Twitchel said to me, 'If the Lord had made a woman o' purpose, as he did for Adam, he wouldn't have made her a bit different from Mary Scudder. Why, the oldest of us would follow her lead, 'cause she goes before us without knowing it."

Twitchel, a soft, pillowy little elderly lady, whose whole air and dress reminded one of a sack of feathers tied in the middle with a string.

Twitchel responded to this sentiment with a gentle series of groans, such as were her general expression of approbation, swaying herself backward and forward; while Mrs. Brown gave a sort of toss and snort, and said that for her part she always thought people knew what they did know, but she guessed she was mistaken.

Jones asleep, and Simon Brown's hard, sharp eyes, and Deacon Twitchel mournfully rocking to and fro, and his wife handing fennel to keep the children awake, his eye glanced across to the front gallery, where one earnest young face, ever kindling with feeling and bright with intellect, followed on his way, and he felt uplifted and comforted.

Good, modest soul! he had never imagined himself the hero of so much preparation. From morning to night, he heard his name constantly occurring in busy consultations that seemed to be going on between Miss Prissy and Mrs. Deacon Twitchel and Mrs. Scudder and Mrs. Jones, and quietly wondered what they could have so much more than usual to say about him.

Says I, 'Cerinthy Ann, folks a'n't to help 'emselves; they's to submit unconditional. And she jest slammed down the clothes-basket and went into the house." When Mrs. Twitchel began to talk, it flowed a steady stream, as when one turns a faucet, that never ceases running till some hand turns it back again; and the occasion that cut the flood short at present was the entrance of Mrs. Brown. Mr.

You joke, and jest, and trifle, till it seems to everybody that you don't believe in anything. I'm afraid mother thinks you are an infidel, but I know that can't be; yet we hear of all sorts of things that you say." "I suppose you mean my telling Deacon Twitchel that I had seen as good Christians among the Mahometans as any in Newport. Didn't I make him open his eyes? It's true, too!"