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"'Slippery elm left by my dear father from his last illness," she read, with difficulty. "The broken piece used by him on the day of his death." "My land!" exclaimed aunt Luceba weakly. "Now what'd she want to keep that for? He had it round all that winter, an' he used to give us a little mite, to please us. Oh, dear! it smells like death. Well, le's lay it aside an' git on.
She hurried on her things; and Isabel, her hair blowing about her face, went out to uncover the horse and speed the departure. The reins in her hands, aunt Luceba bent forward once more to add, "Isabel, if there's one thing left for me to say, to tole you over to live with us, I want to say it." Isabel laughed. "I know it," she answered brightly.
"'Slippery elm left by my dear father from his last illness," she read, with difficulty. "'The broken piece used by him on the day of his death." "My land!" exclaimed aunt Luceba weakly. "Now what'd she want to keep that for? He had it round all that winter, an' he used to give us a little mite, to please us. Oh, dear! it smells like death. Well, le's lay it aside an' git on.
She hurried on her things; and Isabel, her hair blowing about her face, went out to uncover the horse and speed the departure. The reins in her hands, aunt Luceba bent forward once more to add, "Isabel, if there's one thing left for me to say, to tole you over to live with us, I want to say it." Isabel laughed. "I know it," she answered brightly.
Aunt Luceba wiped her beaded face with a large handkerchief. "I dunno either," she owned, in an exhausted voice. "I guess it's al'ays little things you can't stand. Big ones you can butt ag'inst. There! I feel better, now I've told ye. Here's the key. Should you jest as soon open it?" Isabel drew the chest forward with a vigorous pull of her sturdy arm. She knelt before it and inserted the key.
"You take out that parcel," said aunt Luceba, beginning to fan herself with her handkerchief. "That little one down there 't the end. It's that. My soul! how things come back! Talk about spirits! There's no need of 'em! Things are full bad enough!" Isabel lifted out a small brown paper package, labeled in a cramped handwriting. She held it to the fading light.
"And if there's anything I can say to make you and aunt Mary Ellen come over here" Aunt Luceba shook her head ponderously, and clucked at the horse. "Fur's I'm concerned, it's settled now. I'd come, an' be glad. But there's Mary Ellen! Go 'long!" She went jangling away along the country road to the music of old-fashioned bells.
"And if there's anything I can say to make you and aunt Mary Ellen come over here" Aunt Luceba shook her head ponderously, and clucked at the horse. "Fur's I'm concerned, it's settled now. I'd come, an' be glad. But there's Mary Ellen! Go 'long!" She went jangling away along the country road to the music of old-fashioned bells.
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