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I took my knitting yesterday, and sat with her the whole time and just talked and talked. I told her all the Greenvale news and gossip and everything else I thought she'd like to hear. She was so pleased and proud; she told me when I came away that she hadn't had such a nice time for years. "Then there was ... Florence. You know, Aunt Emmy, we were always intimate friends until last year.
He announced it one resplendent fall day, having gone out to Greenvale with that particular object in view, at an hour when he was sure that Hal would be at the office. "Esmé, I'm going to make you a wedding present of Certina," he said. "Never take it, Doctor," she replied, smiling up at him in friendly recognition of what had come to be a subject of stock joke between them. "I'm serious.
For one day, wandering about in the stricken territory, he had seen Esmé Elliot entering a tenement doorway. Miss Eleanor Stanley Maxwell Elliot, home from her wanderings, stretched her hammock and herself in it between two trees in a rose-sweet nook at Greenvale, and gave herself up to a reckoning of assets and liabilities. Decidedly the balance was on the wrong side.
As for the money, it may seem a pile to you, but we don't think anything more of a thousand or so in the Kootenay than you Greenvale folks do of a fiver not a bit more. We do things on a big scale out there." "But, Ben, are you sure you can afford it that you won't miss it?" "Pop sure. Don't you worry, I'm all right." "Bless you bless you!"
Wonder what he was praying for tonight. He always used to say the Lord would provide, but He don't appear to have done it. Well, I ain't His deputy." The next afternoon Ben Butler went over to Greenvale and called at Stephen Strong's. He found only the old man at home. Old Stephen did not recognize him at first, but made him heartily welcome when he did. "Ben, I do declare! Ben Butler!
"Dear Marm Prudence, you will stay with me, will you not?" Marm Prudence shook her head, though with a look of infinite kindliness. "Thank you, dear," she said; "it's like you to say it, but I'm going home to Greenvale, Vermont. I've a sister living there yet. I'll go back to my own folks at last, and lay my bones alongside o' mother's.
"No," said the big woman, speaking for the first time, "this place belongs to us. We bought it from the Brewsters last fall. They moved to Greenvale. Our name is Chapley." Poor Rilla fell back on her pillow, quite overcome. "I beg your pardon," she said. "I I thought the Brewsters lived here. Mrs. Brewster is a friend of mine. I am Rilla Blythe Dr. Blythe's daughter from Glen St. Mary.
Gabe Foley had paused in his manipulation of a king to hurl a question at the Greenvale men. "Is it true that old man Strong is to be turned out next week?" "True enough," answered William Jeffers. "Joe Moore is going to foreclose. Stephen Strong has got three years behind with the interest and Moore is out of patience. It seems hard on old Stephen, but Moore ain't the man to hesitate for that.
Three or four farmers from "out Greenvale way" were drawn up by the stove, discussing the cheese factory sales and various Greenvale happenings. The stranger appeared to be listening to them intently, although he took no part in their conversation. Presently he brought his tilted chair down with a sharp thud.
Merritt, fearing for his life, had threatened him with kidnaping and imprisonment in the hospital. At Hale's right hand were Esmé Elliot and Kathleen Pierce. There had been one scene at Greenvale approaching violence on Dr. Elliot's part and defiance on that of his niece when her guardian had flatly forbidden the continuance of her slum work.
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