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I thought my cousin's manner was altered too, though I scarce knew how. His farewell sounded more constrained, more polite than usual, when he left me at Aunt Deborah's door. And whilst I was undressing I reflected on all the proceedings of the day, and tried to remember what I had done that could possibly have displeased good-natured John.
"Let them look to it that it does not end with the choking of the swine who inspired it! I long to put him beyond the cure of leeches." He made no answer to Deborah's words concerning Rachel's plight. Deborah had disarranged his plans.
A Baby born in a stable and lying in a manger because there was no room last night at the inn." "But I cannot see it, Ezra," said Naomi mournfully. "Why should I go? I cannot see." "Dost thou remember, too, how Deborah's baby clung to thy finger?" said the crafty Ezra, guiding her tenderly down the steps as he talked. "And did ye not find it pleasant to hold?
And when I said I did not like you it was only because I was cross and so unhappy about Hero. I do like you, truly I do. And, oh! I did not think about General Howe being our enemy; or that I would spoil Mother's pretty gown. I only thought about Hero." And now Ruth was sobbing, and Aunt Deborah's arm was about her.
"Deb, I have come to stay," were Olivia's first words, as the woman met her on the top of the stairs; but Deborah's only answer was to lift her hands in dumb protest and lead the way into the kitchen. Deb's strong, hard-featured face was haggard and drawn with fatigue and anxiety, and she looked more gaunt and angular than ever: her reddened, swollen eyelids told their own tale.
Nor did she lose the opportunity of using her influence to bring about the desired consummation. Lois had gone, at Miss Deborah's request, to the piano, and begun to sing, in her sweet girlish voice, some old-fashioned songs which the sisters liked. "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" sang Lois, but her voice trembled, and she missed a note, for Mrs.
Deborah's old horse by doctoring him for a prick in shoeing, and ruined her favourite cow, the best milch cow in the county, by a most needless attempt to increase her milk. Now these mischances and misdemeanors, ay, or the half of them, would undoubtedly have occasioned Mr.
Deb says he'd be better without shoes and socks." "I hope he'll be kept out of Miss Deborah's way, after that exhibition " "Nonsense! She was too rough and ready with him. And she didn't mind a bit of course not. She says she likes boys to be boys. He is a thorough boy," Mary proudly declared, bending to kiss a chubby knee. Harry acknowledged the caress with a thumping smack of her bowed head.
He gave them only brief replies. Why couldn't they leave his house alone? He saw her name in headlines: "Deborah Gale at Point of Death." And he turned angrily away. Vividly, on the second night, there came to him a picture of Deborah's birth so long ago in this same house. How safe it had been, how different, how secluded and shut in. No world had clamored then for news.
And Laura, rather amused at this, replied by treating Deborah and Allan and her father, too, with a bantering forbearance for their old-fashioned, narrow views and Deborah's religion of brotherhood, democracy. All that to Laura was passé. From time to time Roger glanced at her face, into her clear and luminous eyes so warm with the joy of living with this new man, her second.
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