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Updated: June 11, 2025
As she spoke, her eyes fell upon the turkey hanging from Cloud's saddle-bow. "Young man," she said to Verty, "what's the price of that turkey?" Verty was looking at Redbud, and only knew that the awful Mrs. Scowley had addressed him, from Redbud's whispering to him. "Anan?" he said. "I say, what's the price of that turkey?" continued the old lady; "if you are moderate, I'll buy it.
My cousin Ralph, you know, is coming to see me to-day, and we can have such a nice walk out on the hill come on, Reddy! we'll have such a fine time!" Suddenly Miss Fanny caught sight of the tears in Redbud's eyes, and stopped. "What! crying yet at that old Miss Lavinia!" she said; "how can you mind her so!" "Oh!
"I know from the way she looks that she wants some. Don't you, Redbud?" Poor Redbud's resolutions all melted Verty's voice did it all she blushed and nodded, and said yes, she should like very much to have some apples. "Then you may go," said the ogress, somewhat mollified, "but don't touch the small trees I'm keeping them." "Not for worlds!" said Verty. "No, ma'am," said Redbud.
As she followed Verty's movements, the frank little face wore a very pleasant smile, and at times she would pick up and hand to him a leaf or a bud, which attention he rewarded with a smile in return. At last the wreath was finished, and, rising up, Verty placed it on Redbud's forehead. "How nicely it fits," he said; "who would have imagined that my awkward fingers could have done it?"
Having elevated and cheered Redbud's spirits, by this profound philosophy, and further enlivened her by declaring that she must leave Apple Orchard on the morrow, Miss Lavinia descended. She entered the dining-room where the Squire and Mr. Rushton were talking, and took her seat near the window. Mr. Rushton immediately became dumb. Miss Lavinia said it was a fine day. Mr. Rushton growled.
Rushton's extraordinary speech: but had comprehended that he was free to go away, and in the troubled state of his mind, this was a great boon. Yes! he would go and suffer again in Redbud's presence this time he would know whether she really hated him. And then that passage in the letter! The thought tore his heart. What could the reason for this dislike possibly be?
"Yes, give it to her; she has the arm of an Amazon," said Ralph, enthusiastically. "Humph!" And having entered this, her standing protest, Fanny laughed, and unwound the string from Redbud's hand, on whose white surface two crimson circles were visible. "I can hold it!" cried the young girl, "easily!" And to display her indifference, Fanny knelt on one knee to pick up her gloves.
And Verty felt the nameless charm of the good old songs, warbled by the young girl's sympathetic voice; and more than once his wild-wood nature stirred within him, and his eyes grew moist. And when she ceased, and the soft carol went away to the realm of silence, and was heard no more, the young man was a child again; and Redbud's hand was in his own, and all his heart was still.
"Paper! and writing on it!" he said; "why, this is somebody's pet-pigeon I have shot!" And tearing off the scroll, Verty read these words, written in a delicate, running-hand: "I am Miss Redbud's pigeon; and Fanny gave me to her!" Verty remained for a moment motionless his eyes expanded till they resembled two rising moons; "I am Miss Redbud's pigeon!"
"How red the maples grow!" he said, "they are burning away and the dogwood! Poor oaks! I'm sorry for you; you are going, and I think you look like kings going? That was what Redbud said! She was going away going away!" And a sigh issued from Verty's lips, which betrayed the importance he attached to Redbud's departure. Then his head drooped; and he murmured "going away!" Poor Verty!
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