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She had on a sun-bonnet, which had not prevented her from securing a few choice freckles. She had been working with a trowel in her flower-garden. "What's the matter?" she said, nodding easily to Eph. "What do you two always find to laugh about?" "Ephraim was feeding me with spoon-meat," said Aunt Lyddy, pointing to the basket, which looked like a basket of anthracite coal.
"But I declare it makes me laugh to remember how dignified I was Ma used to say that it was born in me to hold aloof! A man had to say something PRETTY DEFINITE before I was willing to fling myself into his arms! And what's the result, I'm an old maid and I have myself to thank!" "Lyddy, darling, WHAT are you driving at?" The sisters were at supper together, on a warm spring Sunday.
He bought her a separate barrel o' flour, an' all the groceries he could think on; they said he laid money on her winder-sill. But, take it all together, he was so busy actin' like a crazed one that he never got his 'taters dug till 'most time for the frost. Lyddy Ann she never showed her head among the neighbors ag'in.
"I thought I see you set down a parcel of oysters but there was seaweed over 'em, and I don' know's I could hev said they was oysters; but then, if the square question hed been put to me, 'Mr. Carr, be them oysters or not? I s'pose I should hev said they was; still, if they'd asked me how I knew " "Come, come, father!" said Aunt Lyddy, "do give poor Ephraim a little peace.
When there had been utter silence for a while, Lydia asked: 'And he has never said anything to you that that he oughtn't to have said! 'Said? What did you think? You thought he he loved me? 'I didn't know, dearest. 'Oh, if he did! He asked me not to call him 'sir, and to be his friend never more than that. You thought he loved me? How could he love a girl like me, Lyddy?
Old Sperry Dyer, that wanted to git Lyddy himself, used to call 'em cup an' sasser, 'There they be, he'd say, when he stood outside the meetin'-house door an' they drove up; 'there comes cup an' sasser. Lyddy was a little mite of a thing, with great black eyes; an' if Josh hadn't been as tough as tripe, he'd ha' got all wore out waitin' on her.
'Lyddy 'll be back very soon, was the reply. 'I think I'd better go now. She shook hands with both of them, and they heard her run up the thin-carpeted stairs. Mother and son sat in silence for some minutes. Gilbert had taken another book, and seemed to be absorbed in it; Mrs. Grail had a face of meditation.
She was agitated, and as if with some great joy. 'Next Sunday, at the same time, Lyddy! she repeated again and again. 'But is there any fear of me forgetting it, dearest? urged her sister. 'No, no! But I am so glad for you to come here. You like coming? I don't think I shall write to you in the week; but of course you'll write, if there's anything.
"Of course," agreed Samuel promptly. "It's bound ter be silly, ye know, if we want anythin' but slippers an' neckerchiefs," he added with a chuckle. "Come out with it, Lyddy Ann." "It's it's a tree." "Dampers and doughnuts!" ejaculated Samuel, his jaw dropping. "A tree!" "There, I knew you'd laugh," quavered Lydia Ann, catching up her knitting. "Laugh? Not a bit of it!" averred Samuel stoutly.
These were cleft in such a way that he could fit them on the wires almost as rapidly as his musical theme came to him, and Lyddy had learned to transcribe with pen and ink the music she found in wood and wire.
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