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I wish to be trusted without evidence." He laughed again and held Miss Debby's hand tight in his own while they moved up the walk toward the tiny cottage. "From this time, I shall have faith in you, though evidence is lacking," she said. She liked the boy. She had never before been so pleasantly impressed by a young man as she had been by him. He was wholesome, clear-eyed and unaffected.
I am going to spend this winter in Europe." "Why, Tom, dear!" said his wife, appealingly. "I couldn't leave my business any way in the" But she caught sight of a look on his usually placid countenance that was something more than decision, and refrained from saying anything more. And three weeks from that day they sailed. Miss Debby's Neighbors
"But it's you who ought to be in bed, not me." "I've been a sluggard too often," laughed Esther, catching the contagion of good spirits from Debby's radiant delight. Perhaps the capacity for simple pleasures would come back to her, too. At breakfast they discussed the situation. "I'm afraid the bed's too small," said Esther, when Debby kindly suggested a continuance of hospitality.
"Deborah," cried Paul, hastily, "you are making Sylvia nervous." "Don't you worrit, pretty," said the maiden, "it's only silly old Debby's way. But master, your par as was, my pretty, went to church and prayed awful against folk as he never named, to say nothin' of lookin' over the left shoulder blade and sleepin' in the cellar bolted and barred, and always with his eye on the ground sad like.
"I humbly crave your pardon," he said, lifting his hat. "I mistook you for my cousin Helen. Believe me, I regret exceedingly " Debby Alden had turned at this moment. She came hurrying up. Hester had been alarmed and turned to lay her hand on Debby's arm. "He thought I was his cousin," said Hester.
Esther's emotions at the sight of the old place were poignant; happily the bustle of installation, of laying down a couple of mattresses, of borrowing Dutch Debby's tea-things, and of getting ready a meal, allayed their intensity. That little figure with the masculine boots showed itself but by fits and flashes.
"Oh, Sylvia, not so much as that." "Well, then, thirty and over," insisted Sylvia. "Debby thinks the same as I do." "Don't you think Debby's zeal may lead her to exaggerate?" "It doesn't lead me to exaggerate," said Sylvia, slightly offended; "and I have eyes in my head as well as Debby. That girl, or that woman, I should say, is over thirty, Paul."
In them days there wa'n't but a few families in the valley and they lived far apart, so when Great-aunt Debby's father got awful sick a few days after he'd been away to get some grist ground, Aunt Debby's mother had to send her 'bout six miles through th' woods to the nearest house it stood where the old Perkins barn is now.
It galled her to think she was missing both. She felt so lonely in the company of her grandmother, she could have gone downstairs and cried on Dutch Debby's musty lap. Then she strove to picture the room where Benjy was lying, but her imagination lacked the data.
Then the two youngest girls, twins they was, took sick, and before they died Aunt Debby's mother fell over in a faint while she was tryin' to spade up the garden. Aunt Debby got her into the house and put her to bed. She never said another thing, but just died without so much as knowin' Debby. She and the twins went the same day, and Debby buried 'em in one grave.
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