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Updated: June 11, 2025
For he guessed Walden's secret, and was deeply touched by the quiet patience and restrained sorrow of the apparently calm, self-contained man who, notwithstanding his own inward acute agony, never forgot a single detail having to do with the poor or sick of the parish, who soothed little Ipsie Frost's bewildered grief concerning her 'poor bootiful white lady-love, and who sat with old Josey Letherbarrow by his cottage fire, trying as best he could to explain, ay, even to excuse the mysterious ways of divine Providence as apparently shown in the visitation of cruel affliction on the head of a sweet and innocent woman.
Oliver had so much more prudence and discretion, and being, besides, a little larger than Josey, made Jonas think that he was older. "Well," said Jonas, "at any rate, he has more judgement and experience, and he certainly obeys better.
Poor little thing! how could Mr. Bowen let her marry him?" "Mr. Bowen lets her do much as she likes, Laura, and always has, I imagine." "Yes, she has been a spoiled child, I know, but it is such a pity!" "Has she been spoiled? I believe, as a general thing, more children are spoiled by what the Scotch graphically call 'nagging' than by indulgence. What do you think Josey would have been, if Mrs.
"Susan, if I never come back, you will be her good friend, too?" "Yes," said I, meeting his eye as coolly as it met mine: I had learned a lesson of Josey. "I shall see you in the morning?" "Yes"; and so he went back to her. Morning came. Josephine was as bright, as calm, as natural, as the June day itself.
Jonas clambered up by a long ladder to the hay-loft, to pitch down some hay, and Josey and Oliver followed him; while Amos remained below to "feed out" the hay, as he called it, as fast as they pitched it down. It was pretty dark upon the loft, although the lantern shed a feeble light upon the rafters above. "Boys," said Jonas, "it is dangerous for you to be up here; I'd rather you'd go down."
At a little distance farther on, they saw another track. It was larger than the first, and not so regular. "What sort of a track is that?" said Josey. "I don't know," said Oliver; "it looks like a dog's track; but I shouldn't think there would be a dog out here in the woods." They found that this track followed the road along for some distance.
"I called you in to cure my Josey, not to talk about other folk's children." "And I am doing my best for him. . . . Tut! in a week or so he'll be running about as well as ever. But I'm the Medical Officer of Health, ma'am."
Passing under the heavily-carved arched beams of oak which divided the hall from the rest of the house, she turned her head backward over her shoulder with a smile. "Good-night, Ambassador Josey!" Josey waved his old hat energetically. "Good-night, my beauty! Good-night to Squire's gel! Good-night "
Poor fellow! he shed tears but I only laughed, and rang the bell for the servant to show him out. Now, mamma, you must be equally communicative with me, and tell me who has the good fortune to be the recipient of your favors at present. 'My dear Josey, said Mrs. Franklin 'I must really decline according you the required information; you will only laugh at my folly.
They accordingly left the old General standing in the snow, with his sled partly loaded, and came to the end of the pile, where Jonas was at work. "I see you don't get along very well," said Jonas. "Why, you see," said Josey, "that Oliver wouldn't help me put on a great log." "The difficulty is," said Jonas, "that you both want to be master.
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