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Holmes and her friend had arrived twenty-four hours ahead of John, and the daughter of the house had already installed herself as temporary mistress by thoughtlessly upsetting, reversing, and turning inside out all the good Huldah's most cherished arrangements.
An unwithered geranium sprig lying among the leaves whispered that the pages had been read that morning. Out on the lawn birds swung in the elm-twigs, singing cheerily, lambs bleated and ran races, and the little silver bell on Huldah's pet fawn, "Edna," tinkled ceaselessly. "Help me, O my God! in this the last hour of my trial."
A soft, light step crossed the room, and a gentle hand was laid on Huldah's bowed head. "Dear, shall I try? Shall we try together?" Huldah sprang to her feet with a glad cry. "Oh, Miss Rose, I was longing for you to come. You can tell Aunt Emma." Miss Rose sat down beside the bed, and laid her hand gently on Emma's hand. "I wish I was more clever," she said, wistfully.
Ain't nothin' like a good old fam'ly reunion, when ye come right down to it." "Yes, I know," said Cyrus gloomily. "But we we ain't doin' much this year." A day later came Huldah's turn. She had taken some calf's-foot jelly to Mrs. Taylor in the little house at the foot of the hill. The Widow Taylor was crying. "You see, it's Thanksgiving!" she sobbed, in answer to Huldah's dismayed questions.
It was a very weary, dejected pair, though, that at last stopped running, and summoned courage to stand and look about them once more; and the fright had so shaken Huldah's courage that when presently she caught sight of more smoking chimneys, and a group of little grey stone houses, and other signs of life not far ahead of them, she felt almost more sorry than glad.
"Show me your ghost stuff by daylight," I demanded, "and let me see how you are going to rig him up." He brought forth a head and shoulders and arms that were ghastly even in sunlight, and proceeded to explain them. "I got this skull out of father's study, and the arms came off a skeleton mother had in her antiquities. I dressed them up in a pillow case and the white cotton gloves are Huldah's.
It was happiness enough then to think of Rachel sitting in my sister's room, of Aunt Huldah's keen eyes watching her daily life. "My plan works," writes Fanny, a week afterwards. "Aunt seems to take a liking to Rachel, which I, if anything, rather discourage, thinking she will be more likely to stick to it. Rachel is a sister after my own heart.
A glow of pride warmed her heart, as she sat there drying her water-soaked hands, and glanced from the gleaming stove and fire-irons to the speckless window, and well-scrubbed table. On the table stood a jar full of autumn flowers, and on the window-sill a box full of brown earth and little roots, double daisies, primulas, wallflowers. This last was Huldah's special joy and pride.
Now, though, when she did remember it, she could not bring herself to offer it for sale. Indeed, she longed to give it to pretty, kind Miss Rose. Miss Rose, though, settled the matter for her. "What a sweetly pretty basket!" she exclaimed. She had noticed it in Huldah's hands, and been attracted by its prettiness. "It is too dainty to put that clumsy parcel into. Isn't it a new one?"
"Why, when did you come, and where are your things? You are surely going to stay with us." "Our headquarters are at the Hawkins House," said Quincy. "We have been in town but a few hours and you have the first visit." "I am so disappointed you aren't to be with us," and Huldah's face showed the feeling she had expressed. "You won't be when I give you our reasons," Quincy replied. "Mrs.
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