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"How nice you always make a table look," she said. "Well, set right down and give me your hat and jacket. Drink some tea before you talk any more. I should think you'd have some sense by this time." Scolding away, Charlotte poured the tea and Miss Mehitable drank it in silence. Her companion's monotonous grumbling was like the ticking of the clock so far as any effect it had upon her.
"Oh, bring her along," Miss Mehitable had replied. "I suppose I won't really sense that I'm an old maid until there's a cat in the house." So Pearl came, and to-night she sat blinking at the leaping flame in the open stove while the two women ate their supper in the long spring evening. "I brought some things home in my bag," said Miss Upton, "but most o' them are comin' out Monday."
"Ain't I told you," demanded Miss Mehitable, "how one woman went up there when she had no business to go and got burnt so awful that she has to wear a veil all the rest of her life?" "Yes, you told me, Aunt Hitty, but, you see, I didn't get burned." "Araminta Lee, you're going right straight to hell, just as fast as you can get there. Perdition is yawning at your feet.
"It has been going on a long time the trouble between 'em, son. For two men who look alike outside, they're about as different inside as any two I've ever known. Tasper has been all for grab! He grabbed away Usial's share of the home place and then he grabbed Mehitable Dole while she was keeping company with Usial.
"It would surprise you very much if we were to meet her in town next Saturday, wouldn't it?" he added. "I'd be so glad I'd hug her beautiful little head off," returned Miss Mehitable fervently. "Do that, dear, if you must. It would be better than bringing her out here to be a companion to mother." Miss Upton's eyes were so fiery that Ben smothered his laugh.
Perhaps it would have been funny, perhaps pathetic, to analyze the mixed consternation and delight of Mehitable Hyde at such bona-fide evidence of a lover.
Miss Mehitable quickly placed him as that blackmailing play-doctor who now should never have his four dollars and a half unless he collected it by law. Only in the last ditch would she surrender. They were talking and laughing, and Ralph's black-coated arm was around Araminta's white-robed waist. They came slowly to the gate, where they stopped.
The butter had been a long time coming one morning; but finally the cream which for an hour or more had been thick, white and mute beneath the dasher strokes began to swash in a peculiar way, giving forth after each stroke a sound that they thought resembled, Mehitable Mehitable Mehitable. That old churn was said to be sixty-six years old even then.
He even buzzed near the two gossipers and said to them, "Can't you find something else to talk about?" "Such rudeness!" Mrs. Ladybug gasped. "What shocking manners!" cried Miss Mehitable Moth. They hoped that Buster Bumblebee heard what they said. Anyhow, he flew off in his blundering, clumsy way without speaking to them again. "Who is this Mrs.
After Anthony Dexter had turned from her to Evelina, Miss Mehitable had openly scorned him. She had spent the rest of her life, since, in showing him and the rest that men were nothing to her and that he was least of all. She had hovered near his patients simply for the sake of seeing him she did not care for them at all.
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