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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Nothing?" asked Morris Hewland, his eyes questioning of hers. "Yes, friends. But the friends are all outside, after all." Hewland stood silent. How beautiful it might be to make home for such a little heart as this! To surround her with comfort and prettiness, such as she loved and knew how to contrive out of so little! To say, "Let us belong together. Make home with me!"
But through that door ajar, in that bright light that revealed the room, Morris Hewland had been smitten with the vision; had seen little Bel Bree in all the possible flush of fair array, and marvelous blossom of consummate, adorned loveliness. Somehow, it broke down the safeguard he had had.
Hewland told them, hastily, the main history of the fire. "Is Trinity Church?" asked poor Miss Smalley tremblingly. She had not said anything about it to Bel Bree; she could not think of that great stone tower as having let the fire in, as not having stood, cool and strong, against any flame. And Trinity Church was her tower. She had sat in one seat in its free gallery for fourteen years.
Aunt Blin, dear old simple, kindly-hearted Aunt Blin, who believed cats and birds, her cat and bird, at least, might be thrown trustfully into each other's company, if only she impressed it sufficiently upon the quadruped's mind from the beginning, that the bird was "very, very precious," thought Mr. Hewland was "such a nice young man." And so he was.
One morning Morris Hewland had come up the stairs with a handful of tuberoses; he was living at home, then, through the pleasant September, at his father's country place, whence the household would soon remove to the city for the winter. Miss Bree's door was open. She was just replacing her door-mat, which she had been shaking out of the entry window.
When they had stopped there under those smoked and shattered walls, and Morris Hewland had drawn Bel's hand within his arm to keep her from any movement into danger, he had gently laid his own fingers, in care and caution, upon hers.
Then she drew down the painted shades, and shut the sky phantom out. "Mr. Hewland will come and tell us," she said. "We must work." She heated water and got a bath for Aunt Blin's feet. She put a cool, wet bandage on her head. She mixed some mustard and spread a cloth and laid it to her chest. Miss Bree breathed easier; but the bandage upon her head dried as though the flame had touched it.
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