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Updated: June 29, 2025
Farmer Hartley admired everything greatly, but in an absent way, as if his mind were preoccupied with other matters. He turned frequently towards the door, as if he expected some one to follow him. "All for me?" he kept asking. "All for me and Marm Lucy, Hildy? Ye ye ain't expectin' nobody else to tea, now?" "No," said Hilda, wondering. "Of course not. Who else is there to come?
Among my earliest disappointments was the giving of grandmother's china to Hal, and I cried for "just one saucer," and this was a fac-simile and met a hearty appreciation. I bedewed it with tears, and Aunt Hildy said it was dretful dangerous to give me anything, and she should'nt try it.
Benton looked sharply at me during the meal, and it seemed to me as if my eyes betrayed the thought which, filled my heart. Aunt Hildy had returned from her errand of mercy, and she said it was "nervous rheumatiz." "Poor creature, she's broke down with her hard work." "Perhaps she'll marry that old fellow, Mat Jones," said Mr. Benton.
"No, mam," I replied, "but I have been so full of thoughts I could not help hurrying." "I hope you're on the right track, Emily; sometimes ideas that stir one up so aint jest the kind we ought to have." "I'm on the track of truth, Aunt Hildy, and that is the right track." "Well, it ought to be, but sometimes truth has to wait for sin to get by before it can move an inch.
Brown did not meet temptations here, and as Aunt Hildy said: "Headin' him off in a Christian way was the thing that saved him; poor critter, his stomach gnawed, and he needed just them bitters I made for him, and Louis' kind treatment and planning to help him be born agin, and its done good and strong, jest as I knew it would be."
"When you get ready to make out your pension papers, Mrs. Patten," said Mary, "let me help jest a little; I would like to lay a corner-stone somewhere in this village for some one's benefit. You know this is the site of a drama in my life; I pray never to enact its like again." "I'll give you a chance," said Aunt Hildy.
"Don't you mind her, Miss Hildy," said Bubble; "they're fustrate stories, an' she tells 'em jest like p 'rithmetic. Go ahead, Pink! Tell the one about the princess what looked in the glass all the time." So Pink, in her low, sweet voice, told the story of Once upon a time there lived a princess who was so beautiful that it was a wonder to look at her.
Let him do right if he can, and we perhaps can hardly blame him if he does want to hold on to the few who have proven their friendship, for I think his friends do not number many. He needs them all." "Judgment is mine saith the Lord," said Aunt Hildy. "Well, that may be true, but I cannot feel that we are His direct agents for cursing the man."
Louis would have Hal's room, and Clara then would see to their apartments almost entirely. This would be a relief, and now that my mind was at ease, I knew I could be of more service, while Aunt Hildy would still remain, for she said she would make "Mis' Minot's burden as easy as she could, while the Lord gave her strength to do it."
Did you not tell me that when he was dying, your father said something about digging? Try to remember just what he said!" The farmer ran his hand through his shaggy locks with a bewildered look. "What on airth are ye drivin' at, Hildy?" he said. "Father? why, he didn't say nothin' at the last, 'cept about them crazy di'monds he was allus jawin' about. 'Di'monds' says he.
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