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Updated: June 11, 2025
My windows were open, and the faint scent of springing grass and opening blossoms came in on every southern breath of wind. Josey had brought her work over to sit beside me.
"Josephine," said I, solemnly, "you are a brick!" "Well, I should think so!" said Mr. Bowen, slightly sarcastic. Josey laughed very softly. Frank came back from the window, and then the three went off together, she holding by her father's arm, Frank on his other side.
He undoubtedly would be ready by the day named, and would go home and prepare everything for Marie's arrival. They were very little together as lovers during those two days, but it was necessary that there should be an especial parting. 'She is up-stairs in the little sitting-room, Aunt Josey said; and up- stairs to the little sitting-room Adrian Urmand went.
"I am against interfering with kids. I like to leave 'em fight and fool just as much as they see fit. Now them boys ain't malicious, but they're young, you see, they're young, and misfortune don't appeal to them. Josey lost his father last spring, and his mother died last month. Last week he played with a freight car and left two of his fingers with it.
"Well, Josey, get your great-coat, and come." "O, no, sir," said Josey; "I don't need any great-coat; it isn't cold." "Very well, then; jump in." Josey got in upon the top of the bags, and Jonas drove on.
They walked in by the path which Oliver and Josey had shoveled. "Why didn't you make your path wider?" said Amos. "This isn't wide enough for a cow-path." "O, yes, Amos," said Jonas, "it will do very well. I can widen it a little when I come out after breakfast." When they got to the door, Jonas stopped a moment to look around.
Letherbarrow has been saying that he has not seen you lately, Miss Vancourt, not since your friends came down. He seems to miss you very much." Maryllia, swaying lightly in her saddle, stooped over her mare's neck and patted it, to hide sudden tears that sprang, she knew not why, to her eyes. "Poor Josey!" she said "I'm sorry!
But you know, Josey, that you are a bit of a rattle-brain." "Yes, well, I think that I may have heard that observation before," said Miss Josey. "However, I can live through it. Aunt, I will tell you why, by-and-bye when there is more time, but I have a reason, that may be one of life and death, for what I ask.
The new snow was deeper, and it was falling faster; and, besides, as it was now nearly sundown, there was only a gloomy sort of twilight, under the trees. Jonas and Josey loaded the sled as fast as they could. They put on the last of the rafters, which Jonas had collected, with great satisfaction. Josey, especially, began to be in haste to set out on his return.
"Everything that cousin Josey planted with her own hands must be took up carefully and sent back even though it's killin' me to part with it," quoted Wyngate unblushingly, as he slouched along on the other side. Miss Wells's eyes glared at them, though her mouth still smiled ravishingly. "I'm sure I'm troubling you."
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