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Directly back of these, and with windows on a large court, were the three bedrooms, Eunice's in the middle, Sanford's back of the hall, and Aunt Abby's back of the dining-room. Aunt Abby's room was ordinarily Eunice's boudoir and dressing-room, but was used as a guest chamber on occasion.
She caught up with Maria Atkins, who was struggling painfully through the drifts, leaning on Abby's arm, and slipped a hand under her thin shoulder. "I expect nothing but she'll get her death out in this storm," grumbled Abby. "What did he want, Ellen?" "Nothing in particular," replied Ellen.
So the good soul talked on, soothing the girl, who said no word, only trembled, and gazed at her with wide, frightened eyes; but Abby's heart was heavy within her, and she hardly heard her own cheery words. What kind of union was this likely to be, with such a beginning!
I had to take her to Eldress Abby. She sat up in front of the little looking-glass as still as a mouse, while the curls came off, but when the last one fell into Abby's apron, she suddenly put her hands over her face and cried: 'Oh, Mardie, we shall never be the same togedder, you and I, after this! She seemed to see her 'little past, her childhood, slipping away from her, all in an instant.
I will talk no more about it; the business is settled between us; there it will remain," said Henry. "Have you no wish to know the real state of Jane's affections towards you?" asked George. "No! Go, I say! go!" and Henry opened the door for him to pass out. He retired to Aunt Abby's. Henry soon fol- lowed, and presented his cause to Mrs. Bellmont.
Sometimes Abby's sharp American voice rang with the sweetness of a soft bell. "I thought I'd run over a minute," said Ellen. The other girl looked sharply at her. "Why, what's the matter?" she said. "Nothing is the matter. Why?" "Why, I thought you looked sort of queer. Maybe it's the light. Sit down; I'll have the dishes done in a minute, then we'll go into the sitting-room."
Aunt Abby's version, for instance, is so different from Uncle Bart's that one can scarcely find the truth between the two; and father's bears no relation to that of any of the others." "Some of us see facts and others see visions," replied Ivory, "and these differences of opinion crop up in the village every day when anything noteworthy is discussed.
"But it's something besides that made you run over here," said Abby. "I'll tell you when we go up to your room," replied Ellen. When the dishes were finished, and the two girls in Abby's little chamber, seated side by side on the bed, Ellen still hesitated. "Now, Ellen Brewster, what is the matter? You said you would tell, and you've got to," said Abby. Ellen looked away from her, blushing.
"Of course, these yere discussions concernin' Abby's charms takes place weeks later. On the weddin' day, Wolfville's too busy trackin' 'round an' backin' Abby's game to go makin' remarks. In this connection, however, it's only right to Abby to say that her pinfeather beau don't share Missis Rucker's views.
Yes, and there was no better cow in the village than Abby's, save those two fancy heifers that Jacques de Arthenay had lately bought. Altogether, she did not wonder that some of the weaker brethren, who found their own farms "hard sledding," should think enough of her pleasant home to be willing to take her along with it, since they could do no better; but they did not get it.
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