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Wade was all the husband you ever had, and that stepdaddy was nothing but a sort of pet-name the kids had give Mr. Wade." "I told him," said Demetrius, "that stepdaddy was cross to us sometimes and not as nice as mudder, and he said " "You shut up," commanded Huldah quickly, "and let me talk." "No," I intercepted, "I'd really be interested in hearing what he told Uncle Issachar.
Then, amidst sobs and tears Huldah told her story, and Dick meanwhile looked up at her, a little protecting whimper escaping him from time to time. Now that the strain was over, and relief had come, Huldah broke down completely for a time. She was trembling in every limb, and was white to the lips. Miss Rose saw that the best thing for them both was to get them home as quickly as possible.
"Would you like me to let Dick out into the garden again. He'd see that nobody came into it. Nobody wouldn't dare touch anything with him there, I know!" The suggestion evidently pleased Mrs. Perry, and relieved her greatly. "Now that would be a comfort," she said, gratefully. "I'd feel ever so safe then. On a warm night like this he can't hurt, can he?" Huldah laughed.
"Two saddlebags will not hold the gold I shall give thee," exclaimed the nobleman. "Bring them to the cottage where Mother Huldah lives," said Tommie. "And I ask this further favor: When you leave this spot will you take me up behind you and give this money to a page to convey; and so bring me safely home with the wealth, for I fear mischief from the tanner." "Most willingly," said Mountfalcon.
With a choking cry, Huldah turned and stumbled across the room to the stairway. Out at the barn door Cyrus, too, saw the flare of light at the window, and he, too, turned with a choking cry. They met at the foot of the stairway. "Huldah!" "Cyrus!" It was as if one voice had spoken, so exactly were the words simultaneous. Then Cyrus cried: "You ain't hurt?" "No, no!
And Debora hath been saying a prophet hath arisen the like of which hath not been seen since Elijah went up in his fiery chariot." "A prophet! A prophet!" exclaimed Huldah, greatly interested. "Whence cometh he?" "From Galilee but the maidens are coming. Ask Debora."
At last Huldah pointed to the white pigeon, that was now beating its wings against the gilded pipes of the organ, and said, in that singularly sweet, solemn, hesitating tone, with which children approach sacred things: "Oh, Mr. Murray! when it fell on the pulpit, it nearly took my breath away, for I almost thought it was the Holy Ghost."
At last they reined in their horses where Mother Huldah stood at her gate peering into the forest. When she saw the beautiful lady and the noble knight and Tommie on the horse's back, she cried out, "O bless you, Sir Knight, for bringing him home." "And I've brought a fortune with me, Mother Huldah," cried Tommie. At this Mother Huldah looked troubled.
"Did she ever come to understand Emerson?" asked Anna, who detested the Concord philosopher because she could not understand him. "Indeed I don't know," said the judge; "you can ask Huldah herself." "Who? what? You don't mean that mother is Huldah?" It was a cry in concert. "Mother" was a little red in the face behind the copy of Whittier she was affecting to read.
"I was only trying to think how to make a new-shaped basket that people might take a fancy to. Shall I read to you, Aunt Emma?" Emma Smith loved being read to, and hour after hour Huldah spent over a book when she knew she ought to be at her basket-making.
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