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Updated: June 26, 2025
There's the old bridge over the brook, just the same, only the woodbine's red.... There's... There's... Oh, Mardie, look, look!... I do b'lieve it's our Jacky!" Sue flew over the ground like a swallow, calling "Jack-y! Jack-y! It's me and Mardie come home!" Jack extricated himself from his sister's strangling hug and settled his collar.
"There's a great deal to learn everywhere," her mother answered. "What verse did Eldress Abby give you today?" "For little tripping maids may follow God Along the ways that saintly feet have trod," quoted the child. "Am I a tripping maid, Mardie?" she continued. "Yes, dear." "If I trip too much, might n't I fall?" "Yes, I suppose so." "Is tripping the same as skipping?" "About the same."
One crimson leaf with a long heavy stem that acted as a sort of rudder, came down to the windowsill with a sidelong scooping flight, while two or three gayly painted ones, parted from the tree by the same breeze, floated airily along as if borne on unseen wings, finally alighting on Sue's head and shoulders like tropical birds. "You cried in the night, Mardie!" said Sue.
I love Elderess Abby, but she does stop my happiness, Mardie. That's the second time today, for she took Moses away from me when I was kissing him because he pinched his thumb in the window." "Why did you do that, Sue?" remonstrated her mother softly, remembering Ansel's proximity. "You never used to kiss strange little boys at home in Farnham."
Then, after a lengthy pause, in which her mind worked feverishly, she said, "Mardie, I was just groping a little bit, but I won't do it any more tonight.
"There are the hills, not a bit changed, Mardie!" she cried; "and the sea is just where it was!... Here's the house with the parrot, do you remember?
"I'd 'specially like her; will she be there now, Mardie?" "I'm hoping so, but it is eighteen years ago. I was ten and she was about forty, I should think." "Then o' course she'll be dead," said Sue, cheerfully, "or either she'll have no teeth or hair." "People don't always die before they are sixty, Sue." "Do they die when they want to, or when they must?"
Not but that she's a tender, loving, obedient little soul; but when she's among the other young ones, there's a flyaway look about her that makes her seem more like a fairy than a child." "She's having rather a hard time learning Shaker ways, but she'll do better in time," sighed her mother. "She came to me of her own accord yesterday and asked: 'Bettent I have my curls cut off, Mardie?"
Sue's voice broke the stillness: "How long are we going to stay here, Mardie?" "I don't know, Sue; I think perhaps as long as they'll let us." "Will Fardie come and see us?" "I don't expect him." "Who'll take care of Jack, Mardie?" "Your Aunt Louisa."
It is often so. They who go weeping to look for the dead body of a sorrow, find a vision of angels where the body has lain. "I hope Fardie 'll be glad to see us and Ellen will have gingerbread," Sue chattered; then, pausing at the window, she added, "I'm sorry to leave the hills, 'cause I 'specially like them, don't you, Mardie?"
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