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Updated: July 3, 2025
It's just the way Jesus Christ used to go round among folks, 's near 's I can make out; 'n' I for one, don't believe that God jest sent Him, once for all, 'n' haint never sent anybody else near us, all this time. I reckon He's a sendin' down sons and daughters to us oftener 'n' we think." "Angy Plummer, I call that downright blasphemy," exclaimed her mother.
Cap'n Sam'l's wuth twenty-five o' him." "Yew kept the perscription, didn't yer, cap'n?" demanded Angy. "Naow ef he should be took ag'in an' " Samuel turned away and coughed. "Mother, Mother," cried Abe, "shet the door an' come set deown er all the sisters'll come a-pilin' in. I've had a invite, I have!"
"Aunt Angy and I are to hide, and you three are to look for us. You must stop in this gallery for ten minutes by the French clock yonder with the door shut. You must give us ten minutes' law, Mr. Lettsome, as you did the hare the other day, when I was out with you and then you may begin to look for us. Promise."
He heard the tramp of feet passing out of the dining-room into the hall. He heard Blossy emerge from her room at the end of the passage and go tripping down the stairs. The time to Angy, guiltily bathing her face, was short; the time to her anxious husband unaccountably long. The sound of wheels driving up to the front door came to Abe's ears. Still Angy made him no response.
"Well, maybe you're right. You're 'most always right; but gosh! a feller does like a little encouragement once in a while. You can be so cruel, Angy!" "Can I? If you think not waving to you is cruelty, you ought to see some of my other forms of torture." "Ugh! I hope I never do!" He drank again from the cup.
Abe looked to Angy as if to say, "How shall I take it?" and behold! the miracle of his wife's bosom swelling and swelling with pride in him. He turned back, for Blossy was making a speech. His hand to his head, he bent his good ear to listen.
The face of one of the angels in the transfiguration did, indeed, resemble Mabel's. I had often remarked and pondered over it. "Tell me about Angy, Ernie," I entreated. "O Heaven! to think her hands have touched these flowers her sweet face bent above him! Darling, darling! to be divided and yet so near!
Involuntarily, as she spoke, Angy lifted her knotted old hand and smoothed back the hair from her brow; for through all the struggling years she had kept a certain, not unpleasing, girlish pride in her personal appearance.
"Me?" queried Abraham of himself and, with another silent glance, of Angy. But what was this? Blossy, leading all the others in a resounding call of "Welcome!" and then Blossy drawing her two hands from behind her back. One held a huge blue cup, the other, the saucer to match. She placed the cup in the saucer and held it out to Abraham.
Angy hastily amended. Samuel gave an exasperated grunt. "See here, whose spree is this?" Abe demanded of the little old wife. She sighed, then resolved on strategy: "Naow, Abe, ef yew be bound an' possessed ter go ter the Beach, yew go; but I'm a-goin' a-visitin' tew, an' I couldn't git the pair o' us ready inside a week. I'm a-goin' deown ter see Blossy.
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