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And Elizabeth Leverett would have been shocked if she could have seen the child cuddled up in her attendant's arms. Theoretically, she believed Holy Writ "He hath made of one blood all nations." Practically she made many exceptions. The northeast storm was terrific. The wind lashed the ocean until it writhed and groaned and sent great billows up on the land.
There were men who ruled their families with a sort of iron sway, but Mr. Leverett had always been considered rather easy. Doris begged to come out and dry the dishes, but they said tables instead of talking of the seductive party. Mr. Leverett had to go out for an hour. Betty sat down and took up her knitting.
But Cousin Leverett said it wasn't quite right, so I am going over it. And he is teaching me a little French." "You know they think women don't need to know much beside housekeeping and sewing. I just hate to hear about ruffles cut on the straight or bias, and I couldn't tell what Dacca muslin, or jaconet, or dimity was to save myself.
Then he was ushered into the cabin, that was replete with Orientalism as well. A rather tall woman rose to meet him. "This is Mistress Rachel Winn, who has mothered the little girl for several years, Mr. Leverett, her relative and guardian, and Cynthia " The child threw herself down on the couch. "I want to go back home. I want to see my father, and Aymeer, and Babo, and Nalla. I can't stay here."
There was a dimple in the dainty chin, and the mouth had a half-frightened, half-wistful smile. "Captain Grier will send up her boxes to-morrow. They got aground and were delayed. I began to think they would have to stay out all night. The captain will bring up a lot of papers for Winthrop, and everything," explained Mr. Leverett. "Are you cold, little one?"
No, Abner's thoughts had been focused too long on the wrongs of the rural regions to be able to transfer themselves to the sufferings and injustices of the town. He saw the city collectively as the oppressor of the country, and Leverett Whyland, by reason of Clytie's innocent prattle, became the city incarnate in a single figure. "I know your Mr. Whyland," he said.
But both sisters met the party in the hall. "And this is Anthony's little girl!" said Elizabeth. "Child, let me look at you " But the child had a perverse fit at that moment and turned away her head, to the elder's surprise and almost displeasure. "This is Miss Winn," interrupted Chilian. "My household guardians and cousins, Miss Elizabeth and Miss Eunice Leverett.
They had dancing, and that was enough. They were all young people, and two of the fiddlers were there. They had a gay time and a nice supper. "I think Ed is smitten with Cynthia Leverett," Laura remarked to her husband. "He seemed to feel annoyed that they had sent Miss Winn in the carriage for her. She's a lovely dancer." "It wouldn't be a bad thing for Ed.
In the cabinet of the Essex Historical Society, old portraits. Governor Leverett; a dark mustachioed face, the figure two-thirds length, clothed in a sort of frock-coat, buttoned, and a broad sword-belt girded round the waist, and fastened with a large steel buckle; the hilt of the sword steel, altogether very striking.
Turner made her adieus. Indeed, as it was nearing supper-time, he walked over for her. She and Betty were in the wide-seated swing and Ben was swinging them so high that Betty, used as she was to it, gave now and then little squeals. Chilian held up his hand and Ben let the "cat die," which meant the swing stopping of itself. "Oh, Mr. Leverett, can't Cynthy stay to tea? I'll run and ask mother."
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