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Updated: May 17, 2025
"To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow; · · · · · To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires." Two years and more had passed since the New Year's dance at the Rushleighs'. The crisis of '57 and '58 was approaching its culmination.
Etherege had engaged rooms, on her arrival, at the Mishaumok House; and it seemed to be taken for granted by her, and by Saidie as well, that this coming home was a mere visit; that Miss Gartney would, of course, spend the greater part of the winter with her aunt; and that lady extended also an invitation to Mishaumok for a month including the wedding festivities at the Rushleighs' to Faith.
I don't believe in putting yourself under obligations to people till you're sure they're going to be something to you. Things don't always turn out according to the Almanac." "She goes just as she always has gone to the Rushleighs," replied Mr. Gartney. "Paul is to be away. It is a visit to Margaret.
Glory came over to help; and when all was done blinds shut, windows and doors fastened, fire out, ashes removed stove blackened Luther drove Mis' Battis and her box over to Mrs. Pranker's, and Glory took Faith's little bag for her to the Old House. This night she was to stay with her aunt. She wanted just this little pause and quiet before going to the Rushleighs'.
She would go back to the sofa, and try to sleep again. Nobody could be anxious about her. The Rushleighs supposed her to be at Cross Corners. Her aunt would think her detained at Lakeside. It was really no great matter. She would be brave, and quiet. So she shut the double doors again, and found a coat of Paul's, or Mr.
The Rushleighs' breakfast room at Lakeside was very lovely in a summer's morning. Looking off, northwestwardly, across the head of the Pond, the long windows, opening down to the piazza, let in all the light and joy of the early day, and that indescribable freshness born from the union of woods and water. Faith had come down long before the others, this fair Wednesday morning. Mr.
"If I had I should like best to find some little children, without any fathers or mothers, as I was, and dress them up, as you did me, and curl their hair, and make a real good time for them, every day!" "You would! Well, that's all. I was curious to know what you'd say. I guess those beans in the oven want more hot water." The Rushleighs had come to Lakeside.
At the hour fixed, she sat, waiting, under the elms, hat and mantle on, and whiling the moments of delay with a new book Mr. Armstrong had lent her. Presently, the Rushleighs' light, open, single-seated wagon drove up. Paul had come alone.
But her services as bridesmaid were not needed this time; there was nothing so exceedingly urgent in the invitation Faith's intimacy was with the Rushleighs, not the Livingstons that she could not escape its acceptance if she desired; and so there was a great deal to be done in summer preparation, which Mis' Battis, with her deliberate dignity, would never accomplish alone; also, there was the forget-me-not ring lying in her box of ornaments, that gave her a little troubled perplexity as often as she saw it there; and Faith excused herself in a graceful little note, and stayed at Cross Corners, helping her mother fold away the crimson curtains, and get up the white muslin ones, make up summer sacks for Hendie, and retouch her own simple wardrobe, which this year could receive little addition.
But her father and mother came up, welcomed the Rushleighs cordially, and the five were presently on their way toward Cross Corners, and Faith had recovered sufficient self-possession to say something beyond mere words of course. Paul Rushleigh looked very handsome!
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