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Updated: May 15, 2025
To her mother, school and Miss Prudence and Prue's sayings and doings were an endless theme of delight. Not only did she take Marjoire's letters to her old father and mother, but she more than a few times carried them in her pocket when she visited Mrs. Rheid, that she might read them aloud to her.
Woodfern was here four of the Rheid boys joined the Church, all but Hollis, he was in New York, he went about that time. Mr. Woodfern was so interested in them all; I shall never forget how he used to pray at family worship: 'Lord, go through that Rheid family. He prayed it every day, I really believe.
Rheid told Hollis that you were going into a decline, that mother said so, and Will and I were planning what we could do for you." "Nobody need plan now," smiled Marjorie. "Shall we have some music? We'll sing Will's hymns." "How your voice sounds!" "That's why I want to sing. I want to pour it all out." The next evening Hollis accompanied Linnet on her way to Marjorie's to spend the evening.
Rheid wants me to go to see her; she is ninety-three and blind, and she loves to tell stories about herself, and I am to stay all day and listen to her and take up her stitches when she drops them in her knitting work and read the Bible to her. She won't listen to anything but the Bible; she says she's too old to hear other books read." "What a treat you will have!" "Isn't it lovely?
She was trembling so that she would have fallen had she not caught at the back of a chair for support. There was a buzzing in her ears; she was sinking down, sinking down. Linnet was clinging to her, or holding her up. Linnet must be comforted. "Is somebody dead?" she asked, her dry lips parting with an effort. "Yes, dear; it's Morris," said Mrs. Rheid. "Lay her down flat, Linnet. It's the shock?
With the tears rolling down her cheeks the mother stooped over and kissed the lover of her girls. "Mr. Holmes is coming to see Marjorie to-night, he hasn't called since her accident, and to talk to father, he likes to argue with him, and it will be pleasanter to have you here. And Will Rheid is home from a voyage, and he'll be running in. It must be lonesome for you over there on the Point.
"I don't see the need of deciding that question to-day." "I suppose not. You will when Hollis Rheid asks you to." "Morris, you are not like yourself to-day, you are quarrelling with me, and we never quarrelled before." "Because you are so unreasonable; you will not answer me anything." "I have answered you truly; I have no other answer to give." "Will you think and answer me when I come home?"
"Buried in England. Will could not bring him home," said Hollis. "His mother! What will she do?" moaned Marjorie. "Marjorie, you talk as if there was no one to comfort her," rebuked Mrs. Rheid. "You have all your boys, Mrs. Rheid, and she had only Morris," said Marjorie. "Yes; that is true; and I cannot spare one of them. Do cry, child. Don't sit there with your eyes so wide open and big."
But her mother was busy in the milkroom and Linnet was coming towards the house walking slowly with her eyes on the ground. Will Rheid was walking as slowly toward his home as Linnet was toward hers.
"Father has letters too," she said to Hollis; "he will give you his news." As the sleigh containing Linnet, her father, and Marjorie sped away before them, Captain Rheid said to Hollis: "How shall I ever break it to them? Morris is dead." "Dead!" repeated Hollis. "He died on the voyage out. Will gives a long account of it for his mother and Marjorie.
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