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"Walk in an' sit down, ma'am," he said hospitably leading the way into the little sitting-room, where the old hound dozed on the rug. "Molly's jest gone down to the spring-house, but she'll be back in a minute." "Reuben Merryweather " began Sarah, and then she stopped, "you ain't lookin' over sprightly," she said after a pause. "I've got a weak chest, an' the cold settles on it."
Many a summer's day I remembered them sewing together in the spring-house, talking in subdued voices which were hushed when I came running in. And lo! the same memory was on Dorothy's mother then, half expressed as she laid her hands upon my shoulders. "Poor Elizabeth!" she said, not to me, nor yet to Dorothy; "I wish that she might have lived to see you now. It is Captain Jack again."
I wanted him to lead his flock into their promised land and and I wanted to follow at his heels with them. Around up the hill he led us, down the old road, past the big rock spring-house with its nine crocks of milk that I could see the women eagerly point out to one another, and into the little town of tents, at whose entrance stood daddy and Dr.
Van Alstyne and I had to hide him again, which is further on in the story, he went to the old shelter-house like a dog to its kennel, only this time but that's ahead, too. Well, the family went back to town in a buzz of indignation, and I carried my waistcoat buttons and my Anatomy out to the spring-house and had a good cry.
He wanted to know what everything was for that was on the farm or in the house, that he wasn't used to, an' when they told him they always had to leave a dipper of water in the pail to prime the pump with so it would give water, he wanted to know if the reason they had the pans of milk in the spring-house was so they could prime the cows so they would give milk."
Nobody pays any attention to me in the spring-house; I'm a part of it, like the brass rail around the spring, or the clock. "I'm not admiring Miss Jennings," he corrected, "I'm sympathizing, dear. She looks too nice a girl to have been stung by the title bee, that's all."
He had the same look of wretchedness he'd had the first night I saw him a hungry look and I couldn't help it; I went over to him and patted him on the head like a little boy. I was only the spring-house girl, but I was older than he was, and he needed somebody to comfort him.
As I floundered out I thought I saw somebody slink around the corner of the spring-house, but when I got there nobody was in sight. I was on my knees in front of the fireplace, raking out the fire, when I heard the door close behind me, and when I turned, there stood Mr. Dick, muffled to the neck, with his hat almost over his face.
He took not a spark of interest in the gaming cocks we raised together to compete at the local contests and at the fair, and knew not a gaff from a cockspur. Being one day at my wits' end to amuse my cousin, I proposed to him a game of quoits on the green beside the spring-house, and thither we repaired, followed by Hugo, and young Harvey come to look on.
He simply says that Sophy's manner to him has changed since she came back to Givre and that he's seen you together several times in the park, the spring-house, I don't know where talking alone in a way that seemed confidential almost secret; and he draws the preposterous conclusion that you've used your influence to turn her against him." "My influence? What kind of influence?" "He doesn't say."
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