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I've seen her leave the house on a bright Sabbath half an hour before meetin' to be gone the whole day, and Hilary and all the ministers in town couldn't stop her." "I'll drop in once in a while to see you, Phrasie. I'll be at Jabe Jenney's." "Jabe's is not more than three or four miles from Flint's place," Euphrasia remarked. "I've thought of that," said Austen. "You'd thought of it!"
"Phrasie, one of your persistent fallacies is, that I'm still a boy." "You ain't yourself," said Euphrasia, ignoring this pleasantry, "and you ain't been yourself for some months. I've seen it. I haven't brought you up for nothing. If he's troubling you, don't you worry a mite. He ain't worth it. He eats better than you do." "I'm not worrying much about that," Austen answered, smiling.
You know I often think of you and Phrasie back in Ripton, and I long to see the dear old town again. Expect me when you see me. "Your aff. son, "AUSTEN."
If Hilary was to lose what he has now, before it comes rightly to you, he'd ought to be put in jail." Austen laughed, and shook his head. "Phrasie, the Lord did you a grave injustice when he didn't make you a man, but I suppose he'll give you a recompense hereafter. No, I believe I am safe in saying that the Judge's securities are still secure. "Poor old Judge!
When she was a little child flittin' about like a wild creature, and she'd come in drenched to the skin, it was all I could do to catch her and change her clothes. She'd laugh at me. 'We're meant to be wet once in a while, Phrasie, she'd say; 'that's what the rain's for, to wet us.
If Hilary was to lose what he has now, before it comes rightly to you, he'd ought to be put in jail." Austen laughed, and shook his head. "Phrasie, the Lord did you a grave injustice when he didn't make you a man, but I suppose he'll give you a recompense hereafter. No, I believe I am safe in saying that the Judge's securities are still secure. "Poor old Judge!
Victoria caught her breath. "Yes," continued Euphrasia, "the mountain was alive for her. 'He's angry to-day, Phrasie. That's because, you lost your temper and scolded Hilary. It's a queer thing, but there have been hundreds of times since when he needed scoldin' bad, and I've looked at the mountain and held my tongue.
He sprang through the window, and patted her on the back his usual salutation. Terms of endearment she had, characteristically, never used, she threw her soul into the sounding of his name. "Off to the hills, Austen? I saw you a-harnessing of Pepper." "Phrasie," he said, still patting her, "I'm going to the country for a while." "To the country?" she repeated.
But Austen saw now, in a flash, the years of Euphrasia's self-denial, the years of memories, the years of regrets for that which might have been. "Phrasie," he said, laying a hand on hers, which rested on the arm of the chair, I was only joking, you know." "I know, I know," Euphrasia answered hastily, and turned and looked into his face searchingly.
There wasn't a living, creeping thing that wasn't her friend. I've seen birds eat out of her hand in that window where you're settin', and she'd say to me, 'Phrasie, keep still! They'd love you, too, if they only knew you, but they're afraid you'll scrub 'em if you get hold of them, the way you used to scrub me." Victoria smiled but it was a smile that had tears in it.
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