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Wal, I guess there was a rus'lin' among the bunnets. Mis' Pipperidge gin a great bounce, like corn poppin' on a shovel, and her eyes glared through her glasses at Huldy as if they'd a sot her afire; and everybody in the meetin' house was a starin', I tell yew.
"Levin," said pretty Hulda, not sad, but very grave, "this noble house is like that noble-looking Mr. Cannon, hollow and cold. He lives with his brother Isaac, and keeps his own dwelling empty and locked up, because he loved money too much to find a wife." "Let us love each other, Huldy," Levin said; "it is all we've got." "It is all there is to get, my love," Hulda answered.
I ought to be instructin' and guidin' and helpin' of her; 'cause 'tain't everybody could be expected to know and do what Mis' Carryl did; and so at it he went; and Lordy massy! didn't Huldy hev a time on't when the minister began to come out of his study, and want to tew 'round and see to things?
An' as fur Huldy yer, her mother throws her onto me; she's not like the Cannons an' Johnsons; she's full of pride, and," with an oath, "let it be tuk out of her! Will you pay my price?" He hesitated. "It's not the price, Patty; it's the way. Isn't it cowardly?" "Yes," said Patty, saucily, "it's kidnappin'. That's the trade yer.
As Cy James was being taken to a secure place in the garret he turned to Levin Dennis, much wilted and crestfallen. "Oh, Levin," he said, "Huldy won't have me now, I know. Won't you stand by me, Levin? She's goin' to marry you, and I'll give ye all I've found." "Huldy!" Levin exclaimed; "oh, must I leave her yonder at the tavern another night?"
"Young, in fact, a mere boy, as you may judge from his actions," returned Mrs. Price, with a suggestive matronly air. Kate here put up a long-handled eyeglass to her fine gray eyes, fitted it ostentatiously over her aquiline nose, and then said, in a voice of simulated horror, "Aunt Huldy, this revelation is shocking!" Mrs.
Why, boys, in them days, I've walked ten miles over to Sherburne of a Sunday mornin', jest to play the bass-viol in the same singers' seat with Huldy.
I jest knowed you and Pap 'ud feel mighty hurt over Sammy doin' you-all like you was cruel to him like he had to run away to git married; and I 'lowed I better come and tell you fust." The "little Huldy gal" was, as Blev Straly had described her, a mighty pretty little trick, and nothing bad about her.
"Hut! tut!" said Farmer Hartley, looking up from his paper with a smile. "What's all this? Are ye keepin' all the jokes to yerself, Huldy?" "It is only my letter that is so funny," replied Hilda. "I don't believe it would seem so funny to you, Farmer Hartley, because you don't know the writer. But have you finished your paper, and are you ready for Robin Hood?"
We don't know nothin'. You kin go and come an' nobody watches you. Huldy will be grateful fur it." Putting his long arms on his knees and bending down, the scullion stared close to Levin's eyes and whispered, looking towards the field: "Ploughin'! ploughin'!" Then, turning partly, and gazing over the old tavern with a look of wisdom, Cy James whispered again: "Hokey-pokey!
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