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"And how was the school, Cynthia? We thought you might have been kept in for some of your good deeds, as children are so seldom bad." "I I didn't like it," she answered simply. "Children can't have just what they like in this world," was Elizabeth's rejoinder. "Nor grown people either," was Chilian's softening comment. Then he changed the subject.
And her father had been a boy here in Salem village, had lived in Cousin Chilian's house in the father's time, and her mother had been married in the stately parlor. Why, she could dream of their being real guests of the place. How odd she should come to live here. The life in India would be the dream presently. She was very tired when Chilian lifted her out of the carriage and took her upstairs.
It was quickly coiled up and broken, of course, but before this happened it had actually torn the unhappy Chilian's hand completely off, and his shrieks would have convinced the Peruvian guards that something was wrong had they been willing to be convinced, and not been too busily occupied in firing into their helpless prisoners.
Most of those articles were Cousin Chilian's father's and mother's, and the great clock in the hall came over in 1640. It's funny;" and she laughed. "Old furniture and quilts and things never get cross and queer as folks sometimes do." "Well, they're not really alive." "And they last so much longer than folks." They had not inspected all the things when Miss Winn invited them out to supper.
Anthony came over a little while." In spite of inducements held out, she would go. Cousin Giles was almost cross about it. "I'm so glad to get back," she said to Rachel. "One feels so safe here." "Was there any danger?" laughed the elder. Cynthia's face was scarlet. It wasn't danger exactly, but she felt better under Cousin Chilian's wing. And she was her bright gay self all the evening.
The hall was wide, though it ended just beyond this door, where it led to the kitchen. The woodwork was of oak, darkened much by the years that had passed over it. The broad staircase showed signs of the many feet that had trodden up and down. Chilian's study was directly over the living-room, and next to the sleeping-chamber. This part had been added to the main house, but that was years ago.
"Likely, dear, but they are Chilian's." "He said I might ask you, that he was willing. Can't we go up and find some? What is the use of their being piled up year after year, and people in need? Ah, if you could see the poor place!" Miss Eunice went unwillingly. The thrift of New England did often shrivel into penuriousness.
The bureau is empty and this chest of drawers. We are rather old-fashioned people, and the house is the same as it was in the time of Chilian's father. The captain made one visit here, when the little girl was about four. It must have been hard for him to lose his wife in a strange country like that. I suppose there are not many Americans?"
There had been a quiet funeral, though it was well attended, but the coffin was closed and a pall thrown over it, for the poor face had never recovered its natural look. All this was softened to Cynthia, as she sat with Cousin Chilian's arm about her. She had the sweet remembrance of that last day, and the smile that somehow had made the wrinkled face pretty.
It did annoy him. He did not allow it to interfere with his duties as host, however. The three ladies had a most delightful visit at Salem, looking up points of interest and hearing old history concerning the Leveretts. Chilian's father had jotted down many facts.
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