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"Will you be so good as to introduce me to the two young ladies near you? We have met before, but I do not know their names." "Ah," said the Doctor, taking off his spectacles and wiping them leisurely; then raising his voice, said, "Miss Cassandra Morgeson and Miss Helen Perkins, Mr. Ben Somers, of Belem, requests me to present him to you.
"I wanted the black horse to-day," he said, turning away. "He's a mighty grand man, he is," commented Mrs. Saunders. "I am pesky glad, Mis Morgeson, that you have never put foot in his house. I 'plaud your sperit!" "School-time, Cassy," said mother. "Will you have some gingerbread to carry? Tell me when you come home what you have read in the New Testament."
Occasionally something fine is their result; an aboriginal reappears to prove the plastic powers of nature. My great-grandfather, Locke Morgeson, the old man whose head I saw bound in a red handkerchief, was the first noticeable man of the name. He was a scale of enthusiasms, ranging from the melancholy to the sarcastic.
It is hard enough for me to bear my thoughts, without the additional one that my feelings are understood and speculated upon. If I should tell you, the barrier between me and self-control would give way. You will see Alice Morgeson, and if she chooses she can tell you what my life was in her house. She knows it well." "Cassandra, what does your bitter face and voice mean?"
"I should be well, if my grinders didn't trouble me; they play the mischief o'nights. Have you heard from the Adamant, Mr. Morgeson? I should like to get my poor boy's chist. The Lord ha' mercy on him, whose bones are in the caverns of the deep." "Now, Abram, do shut up. Tea is ready, Mr. Morgeson. I'll bring in the ham directly," said Temperance. There was no news from the Adamant.
On the way he touched me, making a sign toward Ben. I shook my head, which appeared satisfactory. The rest of the time was consumed in the discussion of the relationship, which ended in an invitation, as I expected, to Surrey. "The governor is not worried, is he?" asked Ben, on our way back. "No more than I am." "What a pity Morgeson was not at home!" "Why a pity?"
"She is really going," Ben answered for me. "Mr. and Mrs. Bancroft are going," Helen said. "Why not drive out with Mrs. Morgeson?" "The night is splendid," Ben remarked. "Wont you come?" I asked. "If Alice wishes it. Will you go?" he asked her. "Would you?" she inquired of all, and all replied, "Yes." We started in advance.
"No, that will be the date of the wreck of the Locke Morgeson; but three weeks from to-morrow. Must we have anybody here, Ben?" "Helen, and Alice, Cassandra?" "Certainly." "I have no friends," said Verry. "What will you wear, Verry?" I asked. "Why, this dress," designating her old black silk. Her eyes filled with tears, and went on a pilgrimage toward the unknown heaven where our mother was.
I made the tour of the party, overlooked the whist players, chatted with the talkers, finally taking a seat, where Helen joined me. "Now I am going," she said. "Why don't they all go?" "Look at Mr. Somers playing the agreeable to Mrs. Morgeson. What kind of a woman is she, Cass?" "Go and learn for yourself." "I fear I have not the gift for divining people that you have."
He read without comment, but now and then he asked me questions which puzzled me to answer. "Do you like Mr. Morgeson?" he asked once. "He is very attentive," I wrote back. "But so is Cousin Alice, she is fond of me." "You do not like Morgeson?" again. "Are there no agreeable young men," he asked another time, "with Dr. Price?" "Only boys," I wrote "cubs of my own age."
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