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Novels lost their charms now, for Hepsey could give her a comedy and tragedy surpassing any thing she found in them, because truth stamped her tales with a power and pathos the most gifted fancy could but poorly imitate.
"I'm afraid it's not the real thing, Jonathan, unless you pine. Don't it keep you awake nights, or take away your appetite, or make you want to play the banjo, or nothin'?" "No, Hepsey; to tell you the plain truth, it don't. But I feel awful lonesome, and I like you a whole lot, and I I love you as much as anyone, I guess." "So you are in love are you, Jonathan.
"I think she's right, Hepsey," laughed Ruth, "though I never thought of it in just that way. I'll have to wait until she comes home." In the afternoon she donned the short skirt and heavy shoes of her "office rig," and started down hill to explore the village. It was a day to tempt one out of doors, cool and bright, with that indefinable crispness which belongs to Spring.
"You said you'd marry me right there and then, if the meetin' came your way, now you know you did, Hepsey," he argued. "So if we say to-morrow " But though Hepsey would never go back on a promise, she protested against too summary an interpretation of it, and insisted on due time to prepare herself for her wedding. So a day was set some two months hence.
Hepsey withdrew, muttering vague apologies, and Ruth found her at the head of the stairs when she went up to her room. "How long have you been with Miss Hathaway?" she asked. "Five years come next June." "Good night, Hepsey." "Good night, Miss Thorne." From sheer force of habit, Ruth locked her door.
"Well, I suppose I ought to be satisfied," Hepsey replied. "But it does seem as if most people give to the Lord what they can't use for themselves any longer as they would to a poor relation that's worthy, but not to be coddled by too much charity." "I think these things are quite nice enough for the missionaries," Virginia retorted. "They are thankful for anything." "Yes, I know," Mrs.
They stood there in the twilight for some little time, watching the changing colours on the horizon and then there was a faint glow on the water from the cliff above. Ruth went out far enough to see that Hepsey had placed the lamp in the attic window. "It's time to go," she said, "inasmuch as we have to go back the way we came." They crossed to the other side and went back through the woods.
"Well, I declare," she continued, "I'm blessed if you 'aint sewin' white buttons on with black thread. Is anybody dead in the family, or 'aint you feelin' well as to your head this mornin'?" His voice quavered with mingled embarrassment and resentment as he replied: "What difference does it make, Hepsey? It don't make no difference, as long as nobody don't see it but me."
"Dem women oughter bin black," murmured Hepsey, tearfully; for she considered David worthy of a place with old John Brown and Colonel Shaw. "The child looks like Pansy, we all think," added Letty, as the little girl brought her nosegay for Aunty to tie up prettily. Christie said nothing, because she felt too much; and Bella was also silent because she knew too little. But Mrs.
He bowed distantly to Veronica when she entered, but she did not return his bow, though she looked at him fixedly. Temperance and Hepsey hurried up a fine supper immediately. A visitor was a creature to be fed. Feeding together removes embarrassment, and before supper was over we were all acquainted with Mr. Morgeson.
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