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Updated: May 9, 2025
Among the mountains, somewhere between the Androscoggin and the Saco, I don't feel bound to tell you precisely where, and I have only a story-teller's word to give you for it at all, lies the little neighborhood of Outledge.
It'll be human nature right over again, be assured, Mr. Wharne." Yet, somehow, Mr. Wharne would not be frightened from his determination, until the evening; when plans came out, and good-bys and wonders and lamentations began. "Yes, we have decided quite suddenly; the girls want to see Outledge, and there's a pleasant party of friends, you know, one can't always have that.
In the first were delicious early peaches, rose-color and gold, wrapped one by one in soft paper and laid among fine sawdust; early pears, also, with the summer incense in their spiciness; greenhouse grapes, white and amber and purple. The other held delicate cakes and confections unknown to Outledge, as carefully put up, and quite fresh and unharmed.
Susan Josselyn's quiet letter said, "That kindness which kept us on and made it beautiful for us, strangers, at Outledge, has brought to me, by God's providence, this great happiness of my life." After a long pause of trying to take it in, Leslie looked up. "What a summer this has been! So full; so much has happened! I feel as if I had been living such a great deal!"
The elder girls were domesticated and acquainted now at Outledge; there were several matronly ladies with whom the whole party was sufficiently associated in daily intercourse for all the air of chaperonage that might be needed; and one assistant pupil, whom, to be sure, the young ladies themselves counted as a most convenient nonentity, was left in nominal charge.
I'm going up to unpack my valise and make myself comfortable again. All things come round, or go by, I find, if one only keeps one's self quiet. But I shall look in upon you at Outledge yet." These were the stairway words of Marmaduke Wharne to-night. "'One gets the whole in the first minute'! How can they keep saying that?
The war was over, and among all the rest here were these two women-soldiers honorably discharged, and resting after the fight. But nobody at Outledge knew anything of the story.
At Outledge this party was the large and merry schoolgirl company with Madam Routh. "I don't see why," said Martha Josselyn, still looking out, as the "little red" left the door of the Green Cottage, "I don't see why those new girls who came last night should have got into everything in a minute, and we've been here a week and don't seem to catch to anything at all.
What is the use of telling things? I'll wait till I've done something that tells itself." There was a pretty general break-up at Outledge during the week following. The tableaux were the finale of the season's gayety, of this particular little episode, at least, which grew out of the association together of these personages of our story.
And it's greatly because they're spoiling the place for him here. He thinks he'll try Outledge; and there's nothing to be said about that, either! And I'm the unhappy depositary of all their complaints and secrets. And if nobody's stopped, they'll all be off in the stage with us to-morrow morning! I couldn't help telling you, for it was too good to keep."
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