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They took it in turns to call in the cows, to make up the butter which had been churned by Hosea, a stiff old out-door servant, in whom Grace Hickson placed great confidence; and each lassie had her great spinning-wheel for wool, and her lesser for flax, before a month had elapsed after Lois's coming.
In Lois's hopeful, warm life this was the one uncomprehended monster. Her crushed brain, her unwakened powers, resented their wrong dimly to the mass of iron and work and impure smells, unconscious of any remorseless power that wielded it. It was a monster, she thought, through the sleepy, dreading night, a monster that kept her wakeful with a dull, mysterious terror.
"Yes, he said she did not care for him; but he had always striven to keep her image in his heart her image as she was when he knew her and as he imagined her." Mrs. Lancaster's face for a moment was a study. "Do you know whom he is in love with now?" she said presently. "Yes; with you." "No not with me; with you." She put her hand on Lois's cheek caressingly, and gazed into her eyes.
He glanced involuntarily out at the blue, and the clear-shining, eternal stars. "I suppose," he said, after a while, cheerfully, "I must content myself with Lois's creed, here, 'It'll come right some time." Lois looked up from the saucepan she was stirring, her face growing quite red, nodding emphatically some half-dozen times.
But Lois shook her head; even in her joy she was ashamed of herself. "I won't even remember it," she thought. Of course there were many explanations. Each was astonished at the other for not having understood; but Lois's confession of her promise to Mrs. Forsythe made all quite clear, though it left a look that was almost stern behind the joy in Gifford's eyes.
Of all the mean work worth all that money, and sending her niece out to get sewing to do! I don't believe but what she's most starved her." It was true that Lois for the last week had not had enough to eat, but neither had her mother. The two had been eking out the remnants of Lois's school-money as best they might.
"I must go," said Lois, suddenly rising; "I have to take the children out." "Poor dears!" sighed Mrs. Nailor. "I am glad they have some one to look after them." Lois's sudden change prevented any further condolence. Fortunately, Mrs. Nailor was too much delighted with the opportunity to pour her information into quite fresh ears to observe Lois's expression.
Wickersham again." "You appear to have met him once too often already. I think you do not know what you are saying or whom you are speaking to." "I do perfectly," said Lois, looking her full in the eyes. "I think you had better go to your room," said Mrs. Wentworth, angrily. The color rose to Lois's face, and her eyes were sparkling. Then the color ebbed back again as she restrained herself.
We met her on the street." "I remember her; I shall go and see her," said Keith, recalling Mrs. Nailor's speech at Mrs. Wickersham's dinner, and Lois's revenge. "I tell you what we will do. She invited us to call, and we will go together," said Mrs. Nailor. Keith paused a moment in reflection, and then said casually: "When are you going?" "Oh, this afternoon." "Very well; I will go." Mrs.
Minutes elapsed, and grew to quarters of an hour, and his words only became more emphatic and wilder, praying for himself alone, and laying bare the recesses of his heart. At length his mother rose, and took Lois by the hand, for she had faith in Lois's power over her son, as being akin to that which the shepherd David, playing on his harp, had over king Saul sitting on his throne.
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