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After another long look she slipped the picture back into the envelope and laid it on the table behind her. "You are going with Miss Prudence when Linnet is through, I suppose?" asked Mrs. Rheid. "So mother says. It seems a long time to wait, but I am studying at home. Mother cannot spare me to go to school, now, and Mr. Holmes says he would rather hear me recite than not.
"If I ever wrote to him I suppose he'd write to me oftener," said his mother, "but I can't get my hands into shape for fine sewing or for writing. I'd rather do a week's washing than write a letter." Marjorie laughed and said she could write letters all day. "I think Miss Prudence is very kind to you girls," said Mrs. Rheid. "Is she a relation?" "Not a real one," admitted Marjorie, reluctantly.
Captain Rheid can't tell anything more frightful than that. Mother had a brother lost at sea, they supposed so, for he never came back; if I ever have anybody go and not come back I'll never, never, never give him up." "Never, never, never give him up," echoed Miss Prudence in her heart. "They thought Will Rheid was lost once, but he came back!
"Oh, yes, I will, Marjorie will have the kettle boiling and she'll stir it while I get supper." Mrs. Rheid stooped to pick up the threads that had fallen on her clean floor, rolled up her work, took her gingham sun-bonnet from its hook, and stepped out into the sunshine almost as lightly as Marjorie would have done. "Cynthy" was African John's wife, a woman of deep Christian experience, and Mrs.
Hollis has been to see her, and Helen Rheid has called to see her, and invited her and Miss Prudence to come to tea some time. Miss Prudence wrote me about Helen, and she's lovely, Mrs. Rheid." "So Hollis said. Have you brought her picture back?" "Yes'm." Marjorie slowly drew a large envelope from her pocket, and taking the imperial from it gazed at it long.
The youngest of five rough boys, with a stern, narrow-minded father and a mother who loved her boys with all her heart and yet for herself had no aims beyond kitchen and dairy, he had not learned his refinement at home; I think he had not learned it anywhere. Marjorie's mother insisted that Hollis Rheid must have had a praying grandmother away back somewhere.
But Captain Rheid held up his head, declaring that his boys were good boys, and had always obeyed him; if they had left him to farm his hundred and fifty acres alone, it was only because their tastes differed from his.
"Hollis is getting ideas," said Hollis' mother; "well, let him, I want him to learn all he can." Marjorie was wondering where her own letter to Hollis would come in; she had stowed away in the storehouse of her memory messages enough from mother and grandmother to fill one sheet, both given with many explanations, and before she went home Captain Rheid would come in and add his word to Hollis.
The something happened in Marjorie's face. Hollis Rheid thought the sunset had burst across it. She did not exclaim, "Oh, I am so glad!" but the gladness was all in her eyes. If Marjorie had been more given to exclamations her eyes would not have been so expressive. The closed lips were a gain to the eyes and her friends missed nothing. The boy had learned her eyes by heart.
Marjorie!" shouted Uncle James from below, "here's Cap'n Rheid at the gate, and if you want to catch a ride you'd better go a ways with him." The opportunity to run away was better than the ride; hastening down to the hammock she laid the Bible in Miss Prudence's lap. "I have to go, you see," she exclaimed, hurriedly, averting her face.
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