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Now that she was there, she would have given her life to have been able to retrace her steps, to lose herself in the wild, dark places of the mountain. "Cynthy!" His voice betrayed the passion which her presence had quickened. The words she would have spoken would not come. She could think of nothing but that she was alone with him, and in bodily terror of him.
"I don't know, I suppose it was to please me, in the first place; but I am sure he enjoyed it himself; and he liked the pie and cheese, too, Cynthy." "Where did your cousin go?" "O he went off after the woodcock. I hope he didn't find any." "What do you think of those two young men, Fairy?" "In what way, grandpa?" "I mean, which of them do you like the best?" "Mr. Carleton."
Why, by the testimony of a uncorrupted and disinterested witness, gentlemen of the jury, if the honorable court pleases. What did that Jule Anderson do, poor thing, but spend some time making a most onseasonable visit to Cynthy Ann last night?
Bixbee drew up a chair, and seating herself, said: "Wa'al, I don't know when I've seen ye to git a chance to speak to ye, an' I was real pleased when David said you was goin' to be here to dinner. An' my! how well, you're lookin' more like Cynthy Sweetland than I've seen ye fer I don't know when; an' yet," she added, looking curiously at her guest, "you 'pear somehow as if you'd ben cryin'."
"Oh!" groaned the old lady, gasping for breath, "he's mos' knocked the breath out of me. I sha'n't live long a'ter such a shock. I'm achin' all over. Why did you let him do it?" "He was too quick for me, Mrs. Payson. I hope you feel better." "I dunno as I shall ever feel any better," said Mrs. Payson gloomily. "If Cynthy Ann only knew how her poor old ma'am had been treated!
She was trembling, and yet she could almost have smiled at this well-remembered trick of pertinacity. "No," she said, and immediately hated herself for answering him. "H-haven't took that Worthington cuss?" He was jealous! "I didn't come to discuss Mr. Worthington," she replied. "Folks say it's only a matter of time," said he. "Made up your mind to take him, Cynthy? M-made up your mind?"
Besides, she ginerally bakes Thursdays, an' mos' likely she'll have some hot gingerbread. I'm partic'larly fond of gingerbread, an' she does know how to make it about the best of anybody I know on. You needn't wait supper for me, Cynthy Ann, for ef I don't find Mis' Forbes to home I'll go on to Mis' Frost's." Mrs.
She watched Jonas till he disappeared when he went to work in the morning, she carried him a "snack" at ten o'clock, and headways found her standing "like a picter" at the gate, when he came home to dinner. But Cynthy Ann generally spent her afternoons at Anderson's, helping "that young thing" to bear her responsibilities, though Mrs.
And taking the initiative for the first time in his life, he stooped down and kissed her. "I knew you would be happy in my happiness," she said, the tears brimming in her eyes. "N-never have been so happy, Cynthy, never have." "Uncle Jethro, I never will desert you. I shall always take care of you." "R-read to me sometimes, Cynthy r-read to me?" But she could not answer him.
"M-may I call you Cynthy Cynthy?" he asked. "Y-yes," answered Cynthia, looking up to her father and then glancing shyly at Jethro. His eyes were on the mountain, and he seemed to have forgotten her until she reached out to him, timidly, another strawberry. He seized her little hand instead and held it between his own much to the astonishment of his friends. "Whose little gal be you?" he asked.
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