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He would have been discontented for life, had he not had his way. And this should count for something, for much, indeed. Give our boys liberty to try that to which their nature or fancy strongly drives them, to burn their fingers, if that seem best. Let him go, then; and God be with him! as surely He will be, if the simple, faithful prayers of fair, sad Hepsy Ann are heard.
The year before Elkanah went to New York, the old fellow had built himself a brand-new house, and Hepsy Ann was looked up to by her acquaintance as the daughter of a man who was not only brave and honest, but also lucky.
Not long after there was a loud knocking at the door, and as Effie had gone to bed, Rebecca did open it, when, whom did she see but the Widow Hepsy Barnet, Deacon Dole's housekeeper, and with her the Deacon's son, Moses, and the minister, Mr. Richardson, with a lantern in his hand! "Dear me," says the woman, looking very dismal, "have you seen anything of the Deacon?"
Get off your hat an' cape now, an' come down as fast's ye like, an' help set the table for dinner." Miss Hepsy then whisked out of the room, and clattered down the stairs in haste. Lucy moved to the window recess, and stood looking upon the peace and beauty without, until her eyes were brimming with tears.
She had a nod and a smile for every one, but her particular mission was with Tom and Lucy. She shook hands with the uncle and aunt, and then bent her sweet eyes on the children's faces. "These be Hetty's children, Miss Goldthwaite," said Miss Hepsy. "Lucy and Tom." "Yes, I know," nodded Miss Goldthwaite. "I came round to see them.
Rumours were afloat that the parsonage was soon to lose Miss Carrie, but they had not yet been confirmed. Miss Hepsy was in the garden, and gave the parson's sister a warm greeting. "Is Lucy indoors?" Carrie asked, after they had chatted a moment. "Yes; I heard her singing a minute ago," answered Aunt Hepsy. "Jes' go in and look for her, Miss Goldthwaite; I'll be in by-and-by."
"I guess you needn't fly round much to-day, Lucy," said Aunt Hepsy with unusual thoughtfulness. "Ye don't look very spry, and feel down a bit. Never mind, he ain't away for ever." "Thank you, Aunt Hepsy," said Lucy gently. "I'd rather work, if you please. It takes up my mind better. Let me wash these dishes." Aunt Hepsy surmised the tears were kept for the loneliness of her own chamber.
I suppose that's what made me thin." Miss Hepsy sniffed. "Have any of ye been to school?" was her next question. "No, Aunt Hepsy. Papa taught us till he died, and then mamma kept up our lessons as well as she could. Tom is a good scholar; and, oh, such a beautiful painter!" "Painter!" echoed Miss Hepsy. "What, fence rails and gates?" Lucy looked very much shocked.
"Talking of holidays, Miss Hepsy," she said, "I want you to give this patient little maiden one, and Tom too." "Not if I know it," answered Miss Hepsy promptly. "Oh yes you will," said Miss Goldthwaite serenely. "We are to have a picnic up the Peak on Monday, in Judge Keane's waggon. I've set my heart on Lucy and Tom, and half a day is nothing."
"It doesn't say what she died o'," said Joshua meditatively, twirling the letter in his brown fingers. "Died o'?" repeated Miss Hepsy tartly. "Why, of pinin' arter that husband o' her'n. What's her fine scholar done for her now, I wonder? Left her a lone widder to die off and leave penniless children to other folks to keep. But I'll warrant they'll work for their meat at Thankful Rest.
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