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At first, she resented the very thought of it; but Annie Grey was busy in Middlefield, Marjorie was needed at home, and the hours of the days seemed never to pass away; at last, worn out with her anguish, she allowed Captain Rheid to lift her into his carriage and take her to her mother.
Linnet pulled at the fringe of her white shawl; Will Rheid had brought that shawl from Ireland a year ago. "Miss Prudence, do we have right desires, desires for things God likes, while we are praying?"
From the china closet in the hall Linnet had brought out the china, one of her mother's wedding presents and therefore seldom used, and the glass water pitcher and the small glass fruit saucers. "Can't I help?" suggested Marjorie looking on with great interest. "No," refused Linnet, decidedly, "you might break something as you did the night Mrs. Rheid and Hollis were here."
But Marjorie did not hear; she only heard, "Good-bye, Marjorie dear." "Are you listening, Marjorie?" "Oh, yes." Linnet stood very white beside her. Mrs. Rheid was weeping softly.
Will Rheid found her in time to persuade her to let him milk Brindle, for he was really afraid he would get his hand out, and it would never do to let his wife do all the milking when his father bequeathed him a fifth of his acres and two of his hardest-to-be-milked cows. Linnet laughed, gave him one of her pails, and found an other milking stool for him.
"If I hadn't wanted the apples, or if the light hadn't gone out, or if Captain Rheid hadn't come, or if he hadn't locked the door! Would I have to stay till Josie came? And if I pounded and screamed wouldn't she be frightened and run away? "After prowling around and hitting myself and knocking myself I stood still again and wondered what to do!
"Now I am satisfied," he cried, exultantly, taking both her hands in his and kissing her lips. "I am not afraid to go away now." "Marjorie," the kitchen door was opened suddenly, "I'm going to take your mother home with me. Is the key in the right place." "Everything is all right, Mrs. Rheid," replied Morris. "You bolt that door and we will go out this way."
The master had written to his friend, Miss Prudence Pomeroy, that Hollis Rheid was a born gentleman, and had added with more justice and penetration than he had shown in reading Marjorie, "he has too little application and is too mischievous to become a real student. But I am not looking for geniuses in a country school.
The dry chips soon kindled a blaze, and she was wide awake with the flush of sleep in her cheeks. "Why do you think he will?" she asked. "It looks like it. Mrs. Rheid ran over to-day to tell me that the Captain had offered to give him fifty acres and build him a house, if he would come home for good." "I wonder if he will like it." "You ought to know," in a suggestive tone. "I am not sure.
The mothers remained to wash the dishes and pack things away, to lock up the house, and brush the last flake of dust from any of Linnet's new possessions; Captain Rheid called to Hollis and asked him to walk over the farm with him and see where everything was planted.
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