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"How is your sister since morning?" I thought him offended. He made no reply, only walked away and went into the church close by. "One can never know the next mood that one of these Axtells will take," I said to myself, in the stillness that followed his going. "He might have answered me, at least." Then I reproached Anna Percival for cherishing uncharity towards tried humanity.
I watched its coming from afar down the street. I knew the expression of honest Yest's hat out of all the street-throng. The carriage came laden. I saw faces other than the Axtells', even Aaron's and Sophie's. What glad visitors they were, Aaron and Sophie! and what a surprise to them to see Miss Axtell there!
I told it all, the night when he came home, the very words he had spoken to his sister I repeated in his ears, and he was quiet, with a quietness Axtells know, I took out the package and opened it, saying, "Your sister bade me give this to you." The careful folds were unwrapped, and within a box lay only a silver cup. Mr.
I said, close to papa's astonished hearing, "I know all about it; just let me take care of this mission"; and he appointed me diplomate on the occasion. Sophie was strangely disconcerted; she had such fearsome awe of the Axtells, "she couldn't think of interfering," she said, "unless to make gruel or some condiment."
The young girl, whose portrait was in the house of the Axtells, whose face had been next my mother's, who asked me to do something for her on the earth, could they all be manifestations of Mary? "Who painted the portrait in your house?" I asked. "My will," he said; "I am no artist." "Is it like Mary?" "Yes." "Then I have this day seen her."
Then they cut a hole in the upper floor and the stone chimney and fitted the pipe. How keenly we watched the building of the fire! How quickly it roared and began to heat the room! When the Axtells had gone away Aunt Deel said: "It's grand! It is sartin but I'm 'fraid we can't afford it ayes I be!" "We can't afford to freeze any longer.
"Sermons in granite," I answered; and I looked at the sunshine, the afternoon radiance that fell soothingly into the winter-wearied grass lying in the graveyard, waiting like souls for the warmth of love to enlife them. Aaron said, "Sandstone and limestone you mean, Anna." "Oh, no, granite. I mean the Axtells."
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