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She was a little thin woman, but tough as Inger rubber, and smart as a steel trap; and there warn't a hen laid an egg, or cackled, but Mis' Carryl was right there to see about it; and she hed the garden made in the spring, and the medders mowed in summer, and the cider made, and the corn husked, and the apples got in the fall; and the doctor, he hedn't nothin' to do but jest sit stock still a meditatin' on Jerusalem and Jericho and them things that ministers think about.
"The Bucktails leave at nine. See here, Messenger! With all the civility and respect due you, I " "You are bitterly disappointed in me," she finished coolly. "I don't blame you, Colonel Gay." He was abashed at that, but unconvinced. "Why do you suspect this Miss Carryl and this man, Deal, when I've showed you how impossible it is that they could send out information?"
"No, thank you," said John, stiffly. In his heart, he felt an absurd anger at Carryl for the easy, assured way in which he spoke of the sacred creature who seemed to him something too divine to be lightly talked of. And then he saw, Carryl marching up to her with his air of easy assurance.
He felt, somehow, as if he were a great, coarse behemoth; his arms seemed to him awkward appendages; his hands suddenly appeared to him rough, and his fingers swelled and stumpy. When he thought of asking an introduction, he felt himself growing very hot, and blushing to the roots of his hair. "Want to be introduced to her, Seymour?" said Carryl Ethridge. "I'll trot you up. I know her."
As, you see, boys, 'twas just here, Parson Carryl's wife, she died along in the forepart o' March: my cousin Huldy, she undertook to keep house for him. The way on't was, that Huldy, she went to take care o' Mis' Carryl in the fust on't, when she fust took sick.
Wal, you'd better believe there was a starin' and a wonderin' next Sunday mornin' when the second bell was a tollin', and the minister walked up the broad aisle with Huldy, all in white, arm in arm with him, and he opened the minister's pew, and handed her in as if she was a princess; for, you see, Parson Carryl come of a good family, and was a born gentleman, and had a sort o' grand way o' bein' polite to women-folks.
Huldy's well meanin', and she's good at her work, and good in the singers' seat; but Lordy massy! she hain't got no experience. Parson Carryl ought to have an experienced woman to keep house for him.
"Yes," he said, smiling; "but I always look over them myself. You know the wedding gown of the fairy princess was hidden in a grape seed." "You are quite sure about the pits?" "Perfectly." "Oh! When does the next batch of twenty go?" "In about an hour. Miss Carryl puts them in a bag and gives them to my messenger who brings them to me.
He saw the bewitching smile come over that fair, flowery face; he saw Carryl, with unabashed familiarity, take her fan out of her hand, look at it as if it were a mere common, earthly fan, toss it about, and pretend to fan himself with it.
Miss Carryl is going to Sandy River; John Deal is on his way. They won't come back and, Colonel, won't you give special orders that her house is not to be disturbed? She is an old school friend." The Colonel stared at her incredulously. "I'm afraid you still have your doubts about that leak, sir." "Yes, I have."
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