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So they were not in to dinner with the family, but took theirs an hour earlier; and with David, whom Abbie called her body-guard, for escort, made their way to Abbie's dear little chapel, which proved to be a good-sized church, very prettily finished and furnished.
Beauty there certainly was in everything, but it was the beauty of simplicity, not at all such a display of silks and velvets and jewels as Ester had planned. It certainly could not be wealth which made Abbie's life such a happy one, for she regulated her expenses with a care and forethought such as Ester had never even dreamed of.
How can you and mother be so unreasonable as to expect perfection when it is all new, and I really never practiced in my life?" Then a change, as sudden as it was sweet, flushed over Abbie's face. The merry look died out, and in its place a gentle, tender softness rested in the bright blue eyes, and her voice was low and quiet.
Ester's voice was fainter still. "Haven't you? I have my special verses that I turn to in my various needs. Where are you and Sadie reading?" "No where," said Ester desperately. Abbie's face expressed only innocent surprise "Don't you read together? You are roommates, aren't you? Now I always thought it would be so delightful to have a nice little time, like family worship, in one's own room."
She made no comment on his having allowed any thing to take him away at such a time on the eve of his marriage without first sending word to her; but gave Abbie's letter back into her father's keeping, and lay with closed eyes.
He trembled with excitement as he climbed down from the seat. "Abbie Snover! Ab bie!" he called. "I got somethin' for you! A package all the way from China! Just you come an' look!" Jim East lifted the package out of the delivery cart, carried it up the steps, and set it down at Abbie's feet. "Just you look, Abbie!
She knew it now beyond the peradventure of a doubt, and looking at him as he sat there in all his manly beauty, she thanked God for it. His hand, outstretched toward the waffles, encountered hers, and he paled. It was very still and quiet in the room; even the little alarm clock on the mantelpiece, unwound for once, lacking Abbie's careful hand, was silent.
Yet, when Atwood Graves came down to breakfast, he found his host in the sitting room awaiting him. "Afore we tackle Abbie's pancakes and fishballs, Mr. Graves," said the captain, "let's get the rest of that will business off our minds. Then we can have the pancakes to take the taste out of our mouths, as you might say. And let me ask you one more question.
In any case, she had grown to be a necessity, if not a popular element, in the village society. It was in her large, rambling rooms that all the grand parties and social celebrations took place. Was a picnic or other pleasure-expedition in prospect, Abbie's experience and managing ability were depended on for its success.
But with trainin', Zenas Henry now does his plowin', plantin' an' harvestin' in somethin' approachin' alarm-clock fashion. Of course, he backslides if he ain't constantly held to it; but knowin' his past it's a miracle what Abbie's made of him. She ain't never wholly reformed his temper, though. There's plenty of cayenne in that still.
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