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The room looked ghostly and dim, the rays of light fell through the closed shutter on an object mysteriously muffled in a white sheet. Sally's bright face expressed only the vague curiosity of a child to see something new; but the little Mara resisted and hung back with all her force, so that Mrs. Kittridge was obliged to take her up and hold her.
Sewell, "your hens will all go to roost on the wrong perch if you are not at home to see to them; so, if the Captain will set us across to Harpswell, I think we may as well be going." "Why, what's your hurry?" said Mrs. Kittridge. "Well," said Mr. Sewell, "firstly, there's the hens; secondly, the pigs; and lastly, the cow.
I tell you, Mis' Kittridge, folks don't tend the sick and dyin' bed year in and out, at all hours, day and night, and not see some remarkable things; that's my opinion." "Well, Miss Roxy, did you ever see a sperit?" "I won't say as I have, and I won't say as I haven't," said Miss Roxy; "only as I have seen some remarkable things." There was a pause, in which Mrs.
As his boat-keel grazed the sands on the other side, a shout of laughter came upon his oar from behind a cedar-covered rock, and soon emerged Captain Kittridge, as long and lean and brown as the Ancient Mariner, carrying little Mara on one shoulder, while Sally and little Moses Pennel trotted on before. It was difficult to say who in this whole group was in the highest spirits.
"They do, child," said Captain Kittridge; "they have diving-bells, and men go down in 'em with caps over their faces, and long tubes to get the air through, and they walk about on the bottom of the ocean." "Did you ever go down in one, father?" "Why, yes, child, to be sure; and strange enough it was, to be sure.
'What's one's meat's another's pison. You couldn't fetch up Mis' Pennel's children, and she couldn't fetch up your'n, so let's say no more 'bout it." "I'm always a-tellin' my wife that ar," said Captain Kittridge; "she's always wantin' to make everybody over after her pattern." "Cap'n Kittridge, I don't think you need to speak," resumed his wife.
"Well?" said Mrs. Kittridge, eagerly. "Well, you see he kept a-tossin' and throwin' off the clothes, and I kept a-gettin' up to straighten 'em; and once he threw out his arms, and something bright fell out on to the pillow, and I went and looked, and it was a likeness that he wore by a ribbon round his neck.
"So you like the Bible and Roman history?" he said to her, making a little aside for her, while a brisk conversation was going on between Captain Kittridge and Captain Pennel on the fishing bounty for the year. "Yes, sir," said Mara, blushing in a very guilty way. "And which do you like the best?" "I don't know, sir; I sometimes think it is the one, and sometimes the other."
I've often reflected what a massy it was that ar never come to nothin', for he's a poor drunken critter now." "Well, for my part," said Miss Roxy, fixing her eyes critically on the boat that was just at the landing, "I should say the ways of a maid with a man was full as particular as any of the rest of 'em. Do look at Sally Kittridge now.
That night, for the first time in her life, had she broken the reserve which was her very nature, and spoken of that which was the intimate and hidden history of her soul. "And so," said Mrs. Captain Badger to Miss Roxy Toothacre, "it seems that Moses Pennel ain't going to have Sally Kittridge after all, he's engaged to Mara Lincoln."
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