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Miss Mayfield had calculated over much on Jeff's recumbent position. To her surprise and slight mortification, he rose instantly to his feet, and said anxiously, "Ef you think so, miss, p'raps I'm keeping you here." "Not at all, Mr. Jeff. Your being here is a sufficient excuse for my staying," she replied, with the large dignity of a small body.
More that two hundred and fifty years have passed since the first John May, master of a vessel, came from Mayfield, in Sussex, England, and became a resident of Jamaica Plain, and the ancestor of the many who bear the name of May in this country. In 1650 the old house on May's Lane was built by Mr. Bridge, and since 1771 it has been owned and occupied by the direct descendents of John May.
And away off yander, the hill-side opened and music poured out, and father reached over and put his hand on my head and we listened." "It is music," said Jim, "but the horn blowed by old Satan may be made outen silver." "But, Mr. Reverend," Mrs. Mayfield spoke up, "you surely don't object to the enjoyment of a harmless adventure." "No, ma'm.
"Even a love-affair," she snapped, "would benefit you more than the substitute you have chosen! You are a nice one to argue the refinement of the college girl! Are you refining yourself, your fraternity or your favorite side of the student-body by carousing at Mayfield and carrying the viciousness of that town to others where you may represent the University?"
Come on Jim an' help me hive 'em. Won't take but a minit." Jim began to roll up his sleeves. "Oh," protested the old man, "I don't want you to preach to 'em. Ma'm," he continued, addressing Mrs. Mayfield, "he always goes at 'em with his sleeves rolled up, and, I gad, he fetches 'em." Jim strove to explain to Mrs. Mayfield, but Jasper pulled at him. "That's all right, Jim, she understands.
Now the woods were as full of as delicate, as subtle, as grateful, and, I wot, far healthier and purer odors than this; but this represented to Jeff the physical contiguity of Miss Mayfield, who had the knack peculiar to some of her sex of selecting a perfume that ideally identified her. Jeff looked around cautiously; at the foot of a tree hard by lay one of her wraps, still redolent of her.
Mayfield inquired, "was that you shooting so early this morning?" "Yes'm, killin' them squirrels we had fur breakfus'." "And you saw the sun rise?" He left off working with his gear and looked at her. "Ah, hah. Ever see the sun rise?" "I have seen the moon set," she said, half musing. "And so have I," said Jasper. "I have seen the moon set and hatch out the stars." And still musing, Mrs.
Come on, or them bees might fly away. Come on, I tell you. Ma'm take yo' eye offen him so he kin come on. Thar, I thank you," he said, bowing, when Mrs. Mayfield looked in another direction. "Thankee, ma'm an' ef I had a eye as fetchin' as your'n I could haul wood with it. Come on, Jim." He drew the preacher out of the house, and Margaret said to Mrs. Mayfield: "Don't let Jasper fret you, ma'm."
But she might have known better, she thought; such a splendid man would never think of her. She would be sure to die an old maid, all on account of that dark-eyed stranger. "Has Bill got in with the mail?" asked Miss Mayfield. "Yes, miss; here's your paper what Bill brought, and here is a letter or valentine what Bill didn't bring.
"Only a conviction borne upon me." "Wilt thou not return with me?" "I may not. I have a mission at Mayfield, whither I am bound." "But thou wilt come soon?" "On Sunday, if I may, I will preach in the chapel of thy castle." Need we add how eagerly the offer was accepted? So they parted for the time. It was a day of wondrous beauty, the first Sunday in July that year.
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