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Hal's house had been built; it was a charming little nest, just enough room for themselves and with one spare chamber for company. "Don't git too many rooms nor too big ones," said Aunt Hildy. "If six chairs are enough, twenty-five are a bother. One loaf of bread at a time is all we want to eat.
It was good to know my parents were now free from petty anxieties, that no unsettled bills hung over my father's head like threatening clouds, and that my mother could, if she would, take more time; to herself. Indeed she was forced to be less busy with hard work, for Aunt Hildy worked with power and reigned supreme here, and I helped her in every way.
"Ja," Hildy said and yelled at Alden, the youngest, to get away from the road. She turned back to Patrick. "What brings you to Woodstock?" "I heard it was an interesting place. My father lived here for a couple of years, once." "There are a lot of artists," Hildy said. "Musicians, too. And writers. They're all artists, I guess. Parker likes having people on his crew he can talk to.
She was always unobtrusive, and anxious in every way to avoid notoriety. Deacon Grover who had heard and known with others of her numerous charities, offered advice in that direction, and said to Aunt Hildy, "If that rich lady would just walk up and give a few hundreds to the church fund it would help mightily."
'Better to be a door-keeper in the house of the Lord, than dwell in the tents of wickedness; so that's settled." And with this she established herself in a chair before the open door. Mother was near to assist, and I smiled to hear Aunt Hildy repeat: "Good arternoon; lay by your things," until I thought her lips must be parched with their constant use.
"It means," said Aunt Hildy, "that man's a rascal; I told you, Mis' Minot, he was when I first set eyes on him, and I've kept good track of Emily, for when he see he couldn't get the 'rich widder, that's what he calls our good little creetur Clara, then he tacked round and set sail for Emily, and he's been a torment to her, and I know it. Thank the Lord, he's shown his cloven foot; I wish Mr.
Her last beautiful utterance finished, she closed her eyes as if covered with the mantle of her holy thoughts, and we all sat in a breathless silence. Benton looked first in wonder then in admiration, and when our silence was broken by a fervent "Amen" from Aunt Hildy, he added: "'Even so let it be. Those thoughts are beautiful."
He is one of the exceptional cases. But the system is, I know, accursed by God. I believe it to be a huge scale that fell from the serpent's back in the Garden, and I feel the day will dawn when the accursed presence of slavery will be no longer known." "Good!" said Aunt Hildy, "and there's more kinds than one. Them little children is slaves or was."
And light as a thistledown, the girl floated downstairs and danced into the kitchen just as Farmer Hartley entered it from the other side. "Highty-tighty!" cried the good man, "what's all this? Is there a fire? Everything's all ablaze! Why, Hildy! bless my soul!" He stood in silent delight, looking at the lovely figure before him, with its face of rosy joy and its happy, laughing eyes.
The evening wore on; Matthias went home, and at Clara's request Aunt Hildy occupied a room with her down stairs, Louis carrying her tenderly to her couch as if she were a child. Sleep came toward us with laggard steps through the long night; Louis seemed to realize it all so plainly, and my heart was in my throat.
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