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He favored us with his company during our first day afloat; after that we saw him amid the select group at that much sought by some center of shipboard prominence, "the Captain's table." Oddly enough Hephzibah did not resent the Heathcroft condescension and single eyeglass as much as I had expected. She explained her feeling in this way.
Like their riders, the animals' one idea seemed to be to reach the security of the farm with all possible dispatch. The farm dogs heralded their approach, and when the girls slid down from their saddles Hephzibah was at the threshold waiting for them. The rest of the evening was spent in recounting their adventures.
Maybe she can. Who'd she see at your house?" "Nobody, but the man at the lodge, or his mother." "Who's that?" "He's the man that lives in the lodge, to open the gate." "Open the gate, hey? Who pays him for it?" "Papa pays him, and he lives in the lodge." "I shouldn't think it would take a man to open a gate. Why Hephzibah could do it as well as anybody."
Grandmamma would not trust any one to do it but me, but by ten I can get out for a walk. It used to be dreadfully tiresome until we came here, because I was never allowed to go out without Hephzibah, and she was so busy we never got a chance in the morning, but since we came here I have had such a pleasure.
Hephzibah showed no consciousness of having said anything remarkable. Very sturdy she looked; very assured in her judgment. Daisy eyed her rough bristling hair, with an odd kind of feeling that it would not be more difficult to comb down into smoothness than the unregulated thoughts of her mind. She must begin gently. But Daisy's eyes grew most wistfully earnest. "Would you shoot Mr.
Hephzibah Pyncheon, with her near-sighted scowl, her rusty joints, her antique turban, her map of a great territory to the eastward which ought to have belonged to her family, her vain terrors and scruples and resentments, the inaptitude and repugnance of an ancient gentlewoman to the vulgar little commerce which a cruel fate has compelled her to engage in Hephzibah Pyncheon is a masterly picture.
Well, I guess you could love 'Clarissa Mabelle' just as well," retorted Nancy, "and it would be a heap happier for me. I think THAT name's just grand!" Pollyanna laughed. "Well, anyhow," she chuckled, "you can be glad it isn't 'Hephzibah." "Hephzibah!" "Yes. Mrs. White's name is that. Her husband calls her 'Hep, and she doesn't like it.
She had revived when he came, and she sent me out of the room at once, and saw him alone without even Hephzibah. He stayed a very long time, and when he came down he looked at me strangely and said: "Your grandmother is all right now and you can go to her. I think she wishes to send a telegram, which I will take." He then asked to see Hephzibah, and I ran quickly to grandmamma.
It was Theron in the parlor doorway. Hephzibah rose wearily to her feet. "Sometimes I think I have, Theron," she said. "Well," he hesitated, "ain't it 'most supper-time?" "I s'pose 'tis," she assented, listlessly, and dragged herself from the room. It was not long after this that the picture disappeared from the parlor.
Sandford so much of this conversation as concerned that gentleman; in doing so he unwittingly laid the foundation of more attention to Daisy on the doctor's part, than he probably would ever otherwise have given her. To say truth the idea propounded by Daisy was so very novel to the doctor that it both amused and piqued him. Mr. Randolph had hardly gone out, when Hephzibah came in.
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