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Her eyes were full of tears as she bent over to bid Lucy good-bye, and she whispered tenderly, "My darling, what a load I shall lift from anxious hearts at Pendlepoint to-night. You don't know how dear you are to us all." Lucy smiled a little in a happy way; to her heart evidences of love were very precious.
The morn'ng was devoted to feeding cattle, pigs, and poultry, and tidying up the house; and after dinner the premises were left in charge of Brahm and Keziah, and the master and mistress turned their footsteps towards Pendlepoint.
Just as the old eight-day clock in the lobby solemnly struck four, there was a loud knock at the back door, and the post-messenger from Pendlepoint strode into the kitchen, holding in his hand a black-edged letter. "Bad news for ye, Miss Hepsy, I doubt," he said. "It'll be from your sister in Newhaven, I reckon."
Judge Keane's place was a mile out of Pendlepoint. It was in the opposite direction from Thankful Rest, and stood within its own extensive grounds, at the base of the Peak. The house was built a little way up the slope, and commanded a magnificent view of the great plain and the river, whose silver thread was visible long after all other objects receded from view.
I want them to take tea with me to-day, at my brother's special request." Miss Hepsy did not look at all delighted. "They'll jes' bother ye, Miss Goldthwaite," said she; "an' besides, 'taint no use visitin' on Sundays I don't like it." "It's hardly visiting, Miss Hepsy," said the young lady in the same pleasant voice. "And when they are at Pendlepoint you may as well let them.
"Well," said Judge Keane, "settle the day when you are at it; I was beginning to think our annual excursion was to be forgotten this fall." "This is Thursday, and to-morrow is my class day at Pendlepoint," said Miss Keane. "Saturday won't suit you, Mr. Goldthwaite?" "Monday would be better," admitted Frank. "Then Monday be it," said the judge.
"True enough," said Mr. Keane, laughing at the lad's manner. "Please assure him of it, Mr. Goldthwaite." Mr. Goldthwaite laid his hand on the lad's shoulder, and bent his grave eyes on his beaming face. "I congratulate you," he said heartily. "And I hope that by-and-by all Pendlepoint will be proud of the name of Tom Hurst." Tom drew his hand across his eyes.
The quiet eyes raised themselves in loving gratitude to the sweet face, and she was not slow to avail herself of the chance of a moment's rest. Miss Hepsy sniffed, but made no audible demur. "What splendid fruit, Miss Hepsy!" said the visitor after a moment's silence; "I have seen none like it in Pendlepoint this fall." "It's well enough," said Miss Hepsy, a little mollified.
"Your folks all well, Miss Goldthwaite?" "Thank you, yes; and papa and mamma are coming from New York next week, if the weather keeps fine. I can hardly sleep or eat for joy, Miss Hepsy; and Frank is almost as bad." "You be like children about your father and mother yet," said Miss Hepsy brusquely. "I reckon you'd better not marry in Pendlepoint, or there'll be an end to your goin' home any more."
Keane lifted Lucy's Bible from the side-table, and turning over the pages held it out to Tom, his finger pointing to the place. "Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth." "Tom," said Mr. Keane one morning a few days later, "I believe you are going to Pendlepoint tomorrow?" "What?" Tom nearly bounded off his chair.
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