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They came up together, in the hush and shadow, to the pleasant doorstone, that offered its broad invitation to their entering feet, and where Aunt Faith at this moment stood, watching and awaiting them. "Go into the blue bedroom, and lay off your things, child," she said, giving Faith a kiss of welcome, "and then come back and we'll have our tea."
Directly, when she had brought her hat, and spoken with her mother. Mrs. Etherege and Mrs. Gartney were sitting together in the guest chamber, above. At noon, after an early dinner, Mrs. Etherege was to leave. Mr. Armstrong stood upon the doorstone below, looking outward, waiting. If he had been inside the room, he would not have heard.
Oliver inquired at last, looking out at the moving shadow of the great tree that had now covered the doorstone. "Yes, three hundred years is no impossible age for an oak. All the old grants of land speak of an oak tree on this hill as one of the landmarks." "How did you know?" began Oliver, and then broke off, with a sudden jerk of recollection: "Oh, I forgot all about it my train!"
Toby was still a vigorous man save when that bane of the woodsman, rheumatism, laid him by the heels. He had a bit of a farm in the tamarack swamp. Once, being laid up by his arch enemy, with his joints stiffened and muscles throbbing with pain, Toby had seen the gaunt wolf of starvation, more terrible than any timber wolf, waiting at his doorstone.
She went home very early from the quilting, and that night she said to her husband, as they sat on the doorstone, waiting for the milk to cool: "Nicholas, little things I've got hold of, first an' last, make me conclude folks pity father. Do you s'pose they do?" Young Nick selected a fat plantain spike, and began stripping the seeds. "Well, I dunno what for," said he, after consideration.
She could not remember a time when it was not wonderful to her. While she was a little girl, living alone with her mother, she used to sit on the doorstone with her bread and milk at bedtime, and think of the great house, how grand it was and large.
She went home very early from the quilting, and that night she said to her husband, as they sat on the doorstone, waiting for the milk to cool: "Nicholas, little things I've got hold of, first an' last, make me conclude folks pity father. Do you s'pose they do?" Young Nick selected a fat plantain spike, and began stripping the seeds. "Well, I dunno what for," said he, after consideration.
Glory met them upon the doorstone. Faith held her finger up. "I was afraid of disturbing my aunt," said she. "Take care of her, Glory," said her companion. "She has been in frightful danger." "At the fire! And you " "I was there in time, thank God!" spoke Roger Armstrong, from his soul. The two girls passed through to the blue bedroom, softly. Mr.
We rake the grass, and then, gilding refined gold, we sweep it. There is a tradition that Miss Lois May once went to the length of trimming her grass about the doorstone and clothes-pole with embroidery scissors; but that was a too-hasty encomium bestowed by a widower whom she rejected next week, and who qualified his statement by saying they were pruning-shears.
"You a North-country woman, Ducie," she said, "and yet going to bring snowdrops across the doorstone? I would not have believed such a thing of you. Leave them outside the porch. Be said, now." "It seems such a thing to think of flowers that way, making them signs of sorrow."
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