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"We can sit in the dark for once, said Hugh, "and try to make an uncommon display of what Dr. Quackenboss calls 'sociality! " "No," said Fleda, who had stood busily thinking, "I am going to send Philetus down to the post-office for the paper, and when it comes, I am not to be balked of reading it; I've made up my mind. We'll go right off into the woods and get some pine knots, Hugh come!
Olmney; isn't it quite a wild looking scene, in that peculiar light, and with the snowy background? Look at Philetus now, with that bundle of sticks. Hugh, isn't he exactly like some of the figures in the old pictures of the martyrdoms, bringing billets to feed the fire? that old martyrdom of St. Lawrence whose was it Spagnoletto! at Mrs. Decatur's don't you recollect?
He hoped to do something where he was. It was just then the beginning of the sugar season, and Mrs. Douglass having renewed and urged Earl's offer of help, Fleda sent Philetus down to ask him to come the next day with his team. Seth Plumfield's, which had drawn the wood in the winter, was now busy in his own sugar business. On Earl Douglass's ground there happened to be no maple-trees.
Philetus could not be trusted to do everything wisely of his own head, and even some delicate jobs of hand could not be safely left to his skill; if the garden was to make any head-way, Fleda's head and hand must both be there, she knew.
"I must go over to Queechy Run for a minute, on business I'll be home before supper I should have been back by this time, but Philetus has gone to bed with a headache, and I had to take care of the cows." "Three times and out," said Barby. And then Hugh has to take it. It has saved so many Elephants that's one thing."
One of these falling soon after the frosts had opened the burrs of the chestnut trees and the shells of the hickories, Fleda seized upon it for a nutting frolic. They took Philetus and went up to the fine group of trees on the mountain, the most difficult to reach and the best worth reaching of all their nut wood.
" 'Cause he's tuk all his traps and went, and he said farming didn't pay, and he wa'n't a-going to have nothin' more to deu with it; he telled Mis' Simpson so he lived to Mis' Simpson's; and she telled Mr. Ten Eyck." "Are you sure, Philetus?" "Sure as 'lection! he telled Mis' Simpson so, and she telled Mr. Ten Eyck; and he's cleared out." Fleda and Hugh again looked at each other. Mr.
But Fleda was not at his side she had bounded away and was standing under a great maple-tree a little a-head, making sure that Philetus screwed his auger up into the tree instead of down, which he had several times shown an unreasonable desire to do. The doctor had steered his oxen by her little grey hood and black cloak all the day. He made for it now.
This second voice was hardly raised, but it came from so much nearer that the words could be distinctly heard. "Mr. Skillcorn wants to know if you're going to fix the flowers for him to carry?" "They're not ready, and it won't do for him to vait Mr. Sweet must send for them if he wants them. Philetus must make haste back, for you know Mr. Douglass wants him to help in the barn meadow.
Suppose we try to get home with these baskets." Which they did. "Has Philetus got home?" was Fleda's first question. "No," said Mrs. Rossitur, "but Dr. Quackenboss has been here and brought the paper he was at the post-office this morning, he says. Did you see Mr. Olmney?" "Yes ma'am, and I feel he has saved me from a lame arm those pine knots are so heavy." "He is a lovely young man!" said Mrs.
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