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"Yes, posies are fed and sheltered, and little human creeturs like the widow Larkum's there can starve for all the great folks cares. Deary me! it's a terble onjointed sort of world; seems to me I could regilate things better myself. Well, a good afternoon, Mr. Prime." "Good afternoon," Mr. Prime coldly responded. Plainly he did not enjoy Mrs. Blake's freedom of speech.
Mother died afore I come away, and lies safe to the leeward o' Simsbury meetin'-house. Father he got a stroke a spell back, and he couldn't farm it; so he sold out and went West, to Parmely Larkum's, my sister's, to live. But I guess the house is there, and that old well. How etarnal hot it's growin'! Doctor, give me a drink!
She threw a shawl over her head and accompanied me directly to Mrs. Larkum's. We found her sitting in a comfortable, though rather ancient easy-chair, which I had exhumed, along with a good many other useful articles, from the garret at Oaklands. The two older children we interrupted taking a lesson at their mother's knee.
Blake's snug kitchen quite a nest of comfort after I had taken a survey of the Larkum's abode. One roughly plastered room with two little closets at one side for bedrooms had to serve for home for five souls. I felt a curious, smothered sensation at first, as I looked on the desolate surroundings the pale, sad-faced mother, the blind grandfather, and ragged children.
I asked timidly. "If I cared for you then, Medoline! Why don't you ask me when first I began to love you?" "I did not think to ask." "Do you remember that day in the autumn when you had the Mill Road people here?" "Yes." "You came to me, if you remember, with the widow Larkum's baby in your arms, a very timid, and beseeching look on your face at the same time." I nodded in reply.
"You must get the thought out of your mind that being poor and humble makes any difference in God's sight. When Christ visited our planet his position was as lowly as the Blakes; his purse as empty as the widow Larkum's. We are such slow creatures to learn that character itself is the only greatness in God's sight. Our ancestry and rent roll are the small dust of the balance with Him." "But Mr.
But what did you mean by saying that I might love and yet not marry?" "Because you are too true to your woman's instincts to marry any one unless it was the man you loved." I fell into a brown study over her words, and the conversation was not again resumed. Mrs. Larkum's recovery was slow, and it required all the nourishing food we could provide to start the springs of life working healthfully.
He's a good scholar, too, and got a first-rate salary." "Then he will leave me deeper in debt than ever." "What for?" she asked curiously. "Many things his prayers most of all. Lessons of patience and faith, too, that money never could buy." She remained silent until we reached Mrs. Larkum's. We found the doctor there. He was an old acquaintance.
I was growing desolate hearted myself, and concluded my widowed friend had sighed and wept long enough; so returning the little charge to its grandfather, I went to Mrs. Larkum's side, and slipped the note into her hand, at the same time saying good-bye, and motioned to Mrs. Blake to come home. She arose very reluctantly, being unwilling to miss her friend's surprise and satisfaction.
"They were not afraid of me. Even the widow Larkum's baby cooed softly until you were out of sight." "It must be a child of amazing intelligence." Mrs. Flaxman, looking more anxious than ever interjected a remark, not very relevantly, about the prospect of our early winter; but Mr. Winthrop allowed her remark to fall unheeded.
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