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'What's one's meat's another's pison. You couldn't fetch up Mis' Pennel's children, and she couldn't fetch up your'n, so let's say no more 'bout it." "I'm always a-tellin' my wife that ar," said Captain Kittridge; "she's always wantin' to make everybody over after her pattern." "Cap'n Kittridge, I don't think you need to speak," resumed his wife.
He forgot the great doctrine of humility, and declared that "Mister" Weston should have the volume that very night. There was nothing better to give a clear view of the character of the work than Brother Matthias Pennel's account of the heroism of Sister Flora. So we composed ourselves again to hear of the battle to the death between the noble missionary woman and the mighty Bengal.
Moses Pennel's love was egotistic, exacting, tyrannical, and capricious sometimes venting itself in expressions of a passionate fondness, which had a savor of protecting generosity in them, and then receding to the icy pole of surly petulance. For all that, there was no resisting the magnetic attraction with which in his amiable moods he drew those whom he liked to himself.
"I s'pose, Mis' Kittridge, you'll have the funeral to-morrow, it's Sunday." "Why, yes, Aunt Roxy, I think everybody must want to improve such a dispensation. Have you took little Mara in to look at the corpse?" "Well, no," said Miss Roxy; "Mis' Pennel's gettin' ready to take her home." "I think it's an opportunity we ought to improve," said Mrs. Kittridge, "to learn children what death is.
Eaton said "she didn't know as it was anything remarkable, it showed what anybody might do, if they'd only try and have resolution; but that Mara never had been brought up to have resolution, and her mother never had resolution before her, it wasn't in any of Mary Pennel's family; she knew their grandmother and all their aunts, and they were all a weakly set, and not fitted to get along in life, they were a kind of people that somehow didn't seem to know how to take hold of things."
"Now, where's Sally Kittridge! There's the clock striking five, and nobody to set the table. Sally, I say! Sally!" "Why, Mis' Kittridge," said the Captain, "Sally's gone out more'n an hour ago, and I expect she's gone down to Pennel's to see Mara; 'cause, you know, she come home from Portland to-day."
Pennel's bonnet with a knowing nod and a look from her black spectacles which would not have been bad for a priestess of Dodona in giving out an oracle. In this secret direction about the mace lay the whole mystery of corn-oysters; and who can say what consequences might ensue from casting it in an unguarded manner before the world?
Pennel's neck, and kissed her; and then turning, she nestled down in the arms of her old grandfather, as she had often done in the old days of childhood, and laid her hand upon his shoulder. There was no sound for a few moments but one of suppressed weeping; but she did not weep she lay with bright calm eyes, as if looking upon some celestial vision.
Pennel's tea-table; and after supper little Mara employed herself in bringing apronful after apronful of her choicest treasures, and laying them down at his feet. His great black eyes flashed with pleasure, and he gamboled about the hearth with his new playmate in perfect forgetfulness, apparently, of all the past night of fear and anguish.
October is come with long, bright, hazy days, swathing in purple mists the rainbow brightness of the forests, and blending the otherwise gaudy and flaunting colors into wondrous harmonies of splendor. And Moses Pennel's ship is all built and ready, waiting only a favorable day for her launching.
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