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When we stepped out in the snow again, Calliope's face was shining. Sometimes now, when my faith is weak in any good thing, I remember her look that November morning. But all that I thought then was how I was being entertained that lonely day. The dear Liberty sisters were next, Lucy and Viny and Libbie Liberty.
Next, I came to a hawthorn lane, leading down very prettily to a nice little church; a mossy little church; a beautiful little church; just such a church as I had always dreamed to be in England. The porch was viny as an arbor; the ivy was climbing about the tower; and the bees were humming about the hoary old head-stones along the walls. Any man-traps here? thought I any spring-guns? No.
I think all the other beds is proud of 'em, if you'd come to look into it. Why, look at weddin's an' funerals! Don't all the churches call in the 'Piscopals an' the lilies on both them occasions?" Lovey Mary nodded vaguely. "An' here," continued Miss Viny, "are the Unitarians.
Mary Scranton was buried next to Tom, and the June grass grew over both their graves, and people thought no more about it; only every now and then Doctor Parker came to Miss Perkins's house to ask after "baby," who grew daily fat and fair and smiling; and on one of these occasions he met the minister, Parson Goodyear, who had come, as Miss 'Viny expressed it, "o' purpose to take me to do, because I ha'n't presented the child for baptism."
No we can't seem to want to think about Thanksgiving or Christmas or like that." They all turned their grave lined faces toward us. "We want to let the holidays just slip by without noticin'," Miss Viny told us. "Seems like it hurts less that way." Libbie Liberty smiled wanly. "Don't you know," she said, "when you hold your hand still in hot water, you don't feel how hot the water really is?
Lovey Mary followed her up the narrow path, that ran between a mass of flowers. Snowy oleanders, yellow asters, and purple phlox crowded together in a space no larger than Miss Hazy's front yard. Lovey Mary forgot her troubles in sheer delight in seeing so many flowers together. "Do you love 'em, too?" asked Miss Viny, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. "I guess I would if I had a chance.
This here everlastin' is one of these here Christians that's so busy thinkin' 'bout dyin' that he fergits to live." Miss Viny chuckled as she crumbled the dry flower in her fingers. "See how different this is," she said, plucking a sprig of lemon- verbena.
"Are you Miss Viny?" asked Lovey Mary, glancing at the old-fashioned flower-garden beyond. "Well, I been that fer sixty year'; I ain't heared of no change," answered the old lady. "Miss Hazy sent me after some yellowroot," said Lovey Mary, listlessly. "Who fer?" "Me."
'Tenty Scran' was too healthy to break her heart, and too unselfish; so she gradually recovered her bright bloom, and went to her work, and took care of Aunt 'Viny, as energetically and gayly as ever. Hannah-Ann Hall married a lawyer from Meriden, and moved away, quite consoled for Ned, within three years; but 'Tenty favored no lovers, though one or two approached her.
Miss Parker, Doctor, kind of favored her bein' called Aribelly, because there was one of that name rather come over in the Mayflower; but I think it's too mighty for a child that's got to work; what do you say?" "I think you're right, Miss 'Viny," said the Doctor, as gravely as he could. "I don't believe in fine names myself.