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Updated: May 21, 2025
A smiling, cushiony woman met Janice at the door, while Marty went whistling barnward, having the chores to do. Aunt 'Mira nowadays usually had a smile for everybody, but for Janice always. "Your uncle's home, Janice," she said, "and he brought the mail." "Oh!" cried the girl, with a quick intake of breath. "A letter from daddy?" "Wal I dunno," said the fleshy woman. "I reckon it must be.
She saw that the hay-makers were gathering the last of the clover, and raking, pitching, and loading with eager haste, their forms looking almost shadowy in the distance and the dim light. Their task was nearly completed, and the horses' heads were turned barnward, when a flash of blinding intensity came, with an instantaneous crash, that roared away to the eastward with deep reverberations.
Connie, however, determined to keep a watchful eye upon them, and when they started barnward, she would trail closely along in their rear. It was a quarter to eight, and fearfully dark, when she suddenly remembered that they had been up-stairs an unnaturally long time. She rushed up in a panic. They were not there. She ran through the house. They were not to be found.
Down in the meadow Captain and Colonel raced from shock to shock on the trail of a rabbit, and a flock of sheep, barnward bound, came bleating along the road. Tim began to suppose. He was supposing me a great lawyer and himself a great merchant and all that. I lost all patience with him. Suppose it all, Tim, I said. Suppose that you, the great tea-king, and I, the statesman, sat here smoking.
But if you are all good, and help Prudence, and uphold the reputation of the parsonage, I will divide the wedding fee with you, share and share alike." This was met with such enthusiasm that he added hastily, "But wait! It may be only a dollar!" Then kissing the various members of the parsonage family, he went out the back door, barnward.
Out of the darkening sky rang the twanging call of a night-hawk, and the cluck of a dozing hen sounded from the foliage overhead. A flock of weary sheep pattered along the road, barnward bound, heavy eyed and bleating softly. The blue gate was opened wide. My hand was on Tim's shoulder and Tim's arm was my support. "All's well!" I cried. For I was hobbling home.
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