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"Well, here I am," said the judge with a very comical smile, and he read slowly and distinctly: "It seems to me that if you go Enjoyment for to seek, You'll find out all you want and more Up here on Pendle Peak." A shout of laughter greeted this effusion, and the judge pretended to be highly offended. "I object to the 'for' in the second line," said Mr. Goldthwaite.
Miss Goldthwaite leaned on her parasol, and looked at Aunt Hepsy, smiling, and blushing slightly too. "Perhaps you know I'm going to be married soon, Miss Hepsy?" "I hear the folks sayin' so; but I paid no heed, guessin' ye'd come an' tell us afore it took place. Is't to be immediately?" "At Christmas. But I'm going home to New York in three weeks." "To get ready," nodded Miss Hepsy. "Well?"
Peter Goldthwaite, on the contrary, after innumerable schemes, which ought to have collected all the coin and paper currency of the country into his coffers, was as needy a gentleman as ever wore a patch upon his elbow.
"It will grow easy by-and-by," she said, and laid her hand a moment on his arm, and her beautiful eyes grew grave and earnest. "Does my soldier find his Captain able to help even in dark hours?" "Yes, Miss Goldthwaite." That was all, but it was said so simply and earnestly that Carrie's heart grew glad.
Mr. and Miss Goldthwaite paused at the avenue gate, saying they would not come any further; so the good-nights were said there and the company separated. "Good-night, my little poetess," whispered the judge as he lifted Lucy from the waggon. "Go on writing, my dear; we will hear of you yet."
Somebody was Harry Goldthwaite, sitting there beside her; Barbara, with only her head visible, was behaving, out here in this unconventional place and time, with a tranquillity and composure which of late had been apparently impossible to her in parlors. "What will Mrs. Marchbanks do with Mrs. Hobart after this, I wonder?" Mrs. Holabird heard Harry say.
"Well, I guess we'd better be movin'. What's your name, boy?" she said, turning to the lad with an abruptness which made him start. "My name is Tom, aunt," he answered promptly; "this is Lucy." "Miss Hetty might have called one of ye after her own kin. Well, good-day, Mr. Goldthwaite; I guess Josh'll walk down to the parsonage at night an' pay up. Come along."
A great silence fell upon the little company, and some bright eyes grew dim as they looked upon the beauty of the world the great Creator had made. "Just say a few words of prayer, Frank," said the judge at length, in a soft voice; "it will do us all good, I think." Mr. Goldthwaite took off his hat reverently. "Our Father, we thank thee for this day.
"What is that to the purpose?" exclaimed Peter, loftily. "Did not my great-granduncle, Peter Goldthwaite, who died seventy years ago, and whose namesake I am, leave treasure enough to build twenty such?" "I can't say but he did, Mr. Peter," said Tabitha, threading her needle.
When we asked them up to the table, they held right back, awfully stiff, and couldn't find anything else to say than, out quite loud, across everything, 'O no! they couldn't play commerce; they never did; father thought it was just like any gambling game!" "Plucky, anyhow," said Harry Goldthwaite. "I don't think they meant to be rude," said Elinor Hadden.
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