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Updated: May 29, 2025
But a day or two afterwards the last day before the funeral she went into the yard to fetch in some fagots for the oven; it was a solemn, beautiful, starlit evening, and some sudden sense of desolation in the midst of the vast universe thus revealed touched Lois's heart, and she sat down behind the woodstack, and cried very plentiful tears.
But before I go, I want to go into the house. I want my wife to see Aunt Lois's room, and the view from the west window;" and he led the way to the sleigh. Eph hesitated a moment, and then followed him. "Mary, this is Ephraim Morse. We are going in to see the Dutch tiles I have told you of." She smiled as she held out her mittened hand to Eph, who took it awkwardly.
Dale, in a hesitating way, pushed the door open, and entered. "I thought I heard Lois's voice, my dear," he said, with a deprecating expression. He wore his flowered cashmere dressing-gown, tied about the waist with a heavy silk cord and tassel, and a soft red silk handkerchief was spread over his white hair to protect his head from possible draughts in the long hall.
And she counted the hours until she could start. When the morning came, with its clear June sky, and great white clouds lying dreamily behind the hills, her face was running over with gladness, in spite of her sympathy for Lois's grief. "How happy you look!"
The flood of soft lamplight from the open hall door threw the portly figure of the rector into full relief, and, touching Lois's head, as she sat in the shadow at the foot of the steps, with a faint aureole, fell in a broad bright square on the lawn in front of the house.
What she did for him she did from duty; but duty was not strong enough to restrain that little member the tongue; and Lois's heart often bled at the continual flow of contemptuous reproof which Grace constantly addressed to her husband, even while she was sparing no pains or trouble to minister to his bodily ease and comfort.
But all these friendly purposes went out of my head when I beheld Euphemia seated on the rude wooden settle, with its chopped tussock mattrass, which had been covered with a bright cotton damask, and was now called respectfully, "the kitchen sofa." Her arm was round Lois's waist, and she had drawn that young lady's shock head of red curls down on her capacious bosom.
Some such thought came into Lois's brain, and vexed her, bringing the tears to her eyes: he was her father, you know. She drew their hands together, as if she would have joined them, then stopped, closing her eyes wearily. "It's all wrong," she muttered, "oh, it's far wrong! Ther' 's One could make them 'like. Not me." She stroked her father's hand once, and then let it go.
"The fact is, I only seemed to live, Miss Lois, until I could get here to see you to-night. I heard your father say he was going home with Denner, and I thought you'd be alone. So I came. I could not stand any more suspense!" he added, with something like a sob in his voice. Lois's heart gave one jump of fright, and then was quiet.
I saw Verry's grimace when her eyes fell on it, and could not help saying, "I hope Lois's essays are better than her taste in dress." "She is an idiot in colors; but she admires what I wear so much that she fancies the same must become her." "As they become you?" "I make a study of dress an anomaly must. It may be wicked, but what can I do? I love to look well."
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