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Updated: June 15, 2025
It was weeks before the little square began to take on a finished look, to show the pattern. Then Mehetabel was in a fever of impatience to bring it to completion. She was too conscientious to shirk even the smallest part of her share of the work of the house, but she rushed through it with a speed which left her panting as she climbed to the little room.
Seven years, off and on, he kept company with Mehetabel, and then she died." "And he never asked her?" "He shilly-shallied. Perhaps he did n't think of it. When she was dead and gone, then Silas was struck all of a heap and that's all about it." Obviously Mr. Sewell did not intend to tell me anything more, and obviously there was more to tell.
At last Sophia said, with a kindly impatience: "Oh, there! Don't bother me. I never could keep track of your quiltin' patterns, anyhow. I don't care what pattern you go by." With this overwhelmingly, although unconsciously, generous permission Mehetabel rushed back up the steep attic stairs to her room, and in a joyful agitation began preparations for the work of her life.
Even in her swelling pride Mehetabel felt a pang of separation as the bulky package was carried out of the house. As the days went on she felt absolutely lost without her work. For years it had been her one preoccupation, and she could not bear even to look at the little stand, now quite bare of the litter of scraps which had lain on it so long.
Wright nodded his head slowly and took a step nearer to the table. "Has Missy come back?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "If you mean my daughter Mehetabel yes, she has returned." "I saw her in Lincoln only yesterday morning. For, saving your presence, sir, you've a good-looking bunch, but she's the pick. 'Tis a bad business a very bad business, Mr. Wesley.
"If I had married Mehetabel, you know, we should have had ahem! a family." "Very likely," I assented, vastly amused at this unexpected turn. "A Boy!" exclaimed Mr. Jaffrey, explosively. "By all means, certainly, a son." "Great trouble about naming the boy. Mehetabel's family want him named Elkanah Elkins, after her grandfather; I want him named Andrew Jackson.
We find, to begin with, that only four of the seven sisters are represented in the correspondence relating to the haunting. Two of the others, Kezziah and Martha, were mere children and not of letter-writing age, and their silence in the matter is thus satisfactorily accounted for. But that the third, Mehetabel, should likewise be silent is distinctly puzzling.
Her hands fell, and one caught at the edge of the table for support while she leaned, bowing her head. He came abruptly back. "Are you aware, Mehetabel, that you have proposed a bargain to me? I do not bargain with my children: I expect obedience. Nor as a father am I obliged to give my reasons.
Her sister-in-law, a big hearty housewife, who ruled indoors with as autocratic a sway as did her husband on the farm, was rather kind in an absent, offhand way to the shrunken little old woman, and it was through her that Mehetabel was able to enjoy the one pleasure of her life. Even as a girl she had been clever with her needle in the way of patching bedquilts.
Grantham, though pompous, were a kindly pair: and Mrs. Grantham, entering the library where Mr. Hetty entered with cheeks still glowing and eyes sparkling; went at once to her father and kissed him, and running, threw her arms around Patty, who responded listlessly. "She needs Kelstein air," explained Mr. Wesley. "I protest it seems to agree with you, Mehetabel."
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