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A boy was always attached to the house; not the same boy, but a Boy dynasty, for as soon as one went another came, who ate a great deal a crime in Hepsey's eyes and whose general duty was to carry armfuls of wood, pails of milk, or swill, and to shut doors. We had many visitors.
Hepsey's remarks were short and jerky, as a rule, and had a certain explosive force. "Hasn't the lamp been lighted since she went away?" "Yes'm. I was to do it till you come, and after you got here I was to ask you every night if you'd forgot it." Ruth smiled because Aunt Jane's old-fashioned exactness lingered in her wake.
It was decided that the wedding should be in the church, and a reception held after the ceremony, for the bride and bridegroom, at the rectory and that, in this way, the whole parish would celebrate, in honor of the auspicious occasion, and of other happy results of Hepsey's parish meeting. The day before the wedding, while Mrs.
Thanks to her own neat-handed ways and Hepsey's prompting through the slide, Christie got on very well; managed her salver dexterously, only upset one glass, clashed one dish-cover, and forgot to sugar the pie before putting it on the table; an omission which was majestically pointed out, and graciously pardoned as a first offence.
There followed a procession from the church, and soon the rectory, house and garden, were alive with chattering groups, of all sorts and conditions, for the invitations had been general and public, irrespective of class or sect, at Hepsey's special request.
I suppose it is all very elegant to go on like a set of trained canaries, but it's very dull fun to watch them, and Hepsey's stories are a deal more interesting to me."
Jonathan himself colored furiously, but stuck to his guns, and Hepsey's arm: "Well, to tell the truth," he replied in a jaunty voice, "Hepsey Burke and me's goin' to be married right now, so I guess we'll combine our resources, like."
Her needles had been flashing lightning, and truth to tell, Bascom, for all he dreaded Hepsey's sharp tongue as nothing else in Durford, had been unable to keep his eyes off those angry bits of sparkling steel. Suddenly they stopped dead. The knitting fell into Hepsey's lap, and she sat forward a pair of kindly, moist eyes searching the depths of Bascom's, as he looked up at her.
"Pore little darlin'," he said, kindly, noting her tear stained face. "Don't go wait a minute." He fumbled at his belt and at last extracted a crisp, new ten dollar bill. "Here, take that and buy you a ribbon or sunthin' to remember your lovin' Uncle James by." Hepsey's face brightened, and she hastily concealed the bill in her dress.
Jonathan Jackson, who had kept a discreet silence during Hepsey's pointers concerning his colleague, the Senior Warden, interjected: "There 'aint no cliff, Hepsey, and you know it. I always tell her, Mr. Maxwell, 'taint appropriate a bit." "Jonathan, you 'aint no Englishman, and there's no use pretendin' that you are.
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