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Taylor sometimes stored his surplus hay crop but which was never used for any other purpose. Thither the Meredith children trooped, and prowled about the ground floor for several minutes. "What was that?" whispered Una suddenly. They all listened. There was a faint but distinct rustle in the hayloft above. The Merediths looked at each other. "There's something up there," breathed Faith.
Nor did the captain pay more heed to the expostulations and grumblings of the men, at being called away from their crops at the busiest farming season, nor of the women, at being deprived of their protectors in times of such danger, than he had to the weaker ones of the Merediths.
But find out, Eunice, just where the Merediths stand. They may swing the whole vote." "What vote?" asked Aunt Abby, who was interested in everything. "Our club, Auntie," and Embury explained. "You know Hendricks is president has been for years and we're trying to oust him in favor of yours truly." "You, Sanford! Do you mean you want to put him out and put yourself in his place?"
Her hair was elaborately crimped, her face was quite plump, her cheeks rosy, her white eyes shining. She did not look much like the forlorn and ragged waif the Merediths had found in the old Taylor barn. Una tried not to feel envious. Here was Mary with a new velvet cap, but she and Faith had to wear their shabby old gray tams again this winter.
For a few moments the mingled exclamations, greetings, and questions were too broken and mixed to tell any of them much, but the first surprise over, the Merediths explained their presence. "I knew from the baroness that you were at Colle, and bitter was the disappointment when I found you gone this morning. But my grief then makes me but the happier now."
The Merediths sat, crimson with a shame that even Rosemary's understanding sympathy could not remove. They sneaked off home, met Jerry at the manse gate and made remorseful confession. A session of the Good-Conduct Club was arranged for next morning. "Wasn't Miss West sweet to us to-night?" whispered Faith in bed. "Yes," admitted Una.
Previous to their departure he had dropped in upon the Merediths, only to receive a cool greeting from Janice, and such cold ones from the two captains as discouraged repetition. Now, relieved of their supercilious taunts and affronts, the baron became a daily visitor. He always brought gifts of delicacies, paid open court to Mrs.
The Merediths were somewhat better provided, Sukey's store-rooms proving to have many an unransacked cupboard, while the farmers in the vicinity, however bare they had apparently been stripped, were able, when money was offered, to supply poultry, eggs, milk, and many other comforts, which through lack of stock and labour Greenwood could no longer furnish.
It was early in January that they finally reached their destination, an improvised village of log huts, some two miles from Charlottesville, named Saratoga, from the capitulation that had served to bring it into being; but so far as the Merediths were concerned, it meant a change rather than a lessening of the privation.
Perhaps he may surprise us at any time now; anyway, I'm sure he wants you to spend happy days at the old place." "We are, indeed we are!" chorused the Merediths together. Alice placed an arm around Aunt Janice's shoulder, and began coaxingly "Tell us the story of the Tower room, please." In vain Nora shook her head, but Alice did not look up.
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