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Everybody was in a high state of satisfaction, even to Miss Cynthia Grail; who, having some lurking suspicion that Mrs. Plumfield might design to cut her out of her post of tea-making, had slipped herself into her usual chair behind the tea-tray before anybody else was ready to sit down.
He made up his mind it must not be. Mrs. Plumfield presently came in, and met him with the calm dignity of that sorrow which needs no parade and that truth and meekness of character which can make none. Yet there was nothing like stoicism, no affected or proud repression of feeling; her manner was simply the dictate of good sense borne out by a firm and quiet spirit. Mr.
Teddy was too young to play a very important part in the affairs of Plumfield, yet he had his little sphere, and filled it beautifully. Every one felt the need of a pet at times, and Baby was always ready to accommodate, for kissing and cuddling suited him excellently. Mrs.
By and by when the violin that most human of all instruments had sung to them the loveliest songs without words, he said, looking about him at these old friends with what Mr Bhaer called a 'feeling-full' expression of happiness and content: 'Now let me play something that you will all remember though you won't love it as I do'; and standing in the attitude which Ole Bull has immortalized, he played the street melody he gave them the first night he came to Plumfield.
"If you want one, and don't know of one, uncle Rolf," said Fleda, "I dare say cousin Seth might." That gentle modest speech brought his attention round upon her. His face softened. "Cousin Seth? who is cousin Seth?" "He is aunt Miriam's son," said Fleda. "Seth Plumfield. He's a very good farmer, I know; grandpa used to say he was; and he knows everybody." "Mrs. Plumfield," said Mrs.
I like to do these things in general only now and then I get tired, as I was just now, I suppose, and then one sees everything through a different medium." "I am afraid it would tire you more to have the charge of Earl Douglass and the farm upon your mind; and mother could be no help to you, nor I, if I am at the mill." "But there's Seth Plumfield. Oh, I've thought of it all.
"Why, I've broke this here clavis: I ha'n't touched anything nor nothing, and it broke right in teu!" "What do you 'spose 'll be done now?" said Mr. Plumfield, gravely, going up to examine the fracture. "Well, 't wa'n't none of my doings," said the young man. "I ha'n't touched anything nor nothing, and the mean thing broke right in teu. 'Tain't so handy as the old kind o' plough, by a long jump."
He worked the land too hard, and didn't put on it anywhere near what he had ought to; I guess you'll find it pretty poor in some places. He was trying to get all he could out of it, I s'pose. There's a good deal of fencing to be done too, aint there?" "All that there was, Sir, I have done none since I came." "Seth Plumfield got through ploughing yet?" "We found him at it."
"I don't know," said Barby; "but they say there is never a nick that there ain't a jog some place; so I guess it can be made out. I asked Mis' Plumfield, but she didn't know anybody that was out of work; nor Seth Plumfield. I'll tell you who does, that is, if there is anybody, Mis' Douglass. She keeps hold of one end of 'most everybody's affairs, I tell her. Anyhow she's a good hand to go to."
His male friends had ridiculed, pitied, and soon left him alone, with one or two exceptions, who offered their purses generously and promised to stand by him. He was lonely and heavy-hearted, and sat brooding over his small fire as he remembered the last New Year's Day at Plumfield, when at this hour he was dancing with his Daisy.
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