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It's Judge Trent." "Where is he?" "Went down to the basin to find Miss Sylvy." "Oh, did he?" Thinkright smiled in his interest. "Yes. Kind of a touchin' meetin', I expect," remarked Mrs. Lem, lifting her pompadour and sighing sentimentally.
"Yes, I do. You loved him, didn't you?" "You see, miss, he was always so good. Dora, she hadn't no end of b'ys that liked her. But anything that I had she always wanted, you may say, and I always 'umored her in a way. She was young and a kind of a baby, an' she is that purty, Miss Sylvy.
I reckon stealin's awful," and she lay there in a very humble frame of mind, till she went to sleep. "I cannot imagine what has become of Bubbles," said Mrs. Dallas to her husband when he came in. "I have looked the house over, and called her in every room. She cannot have followed the children. I never knew her to stay away before." "Hasn't Sylvy seen her?" "Not since early in the afternoon.
How do you suppose that property holds out, father? I heard the town was allowing her on it." "Oh, I guess it'll last her as long as she lives," replied Silas, gruffly. "Your mother had ought to had her thirds in it." "I don't know about that," said William. "Aunt Sylvy had a hard time takin' care of grandmother." "She was paid for 't," returned Silas. "Richard Alger treated her mean."
They had left at once for home, and their shortest route lay through Litchfield. Night was near when they reached the town, but they must needs stop to get one glimpse of Sylvy and tidings from home, for fear lay upon them lest there might be trouble there which they knew not of. So they burst in upon the wedding. But Master Loomis began to look uneasy.
The parson's lady at Litchfield came to Nepash one Sunday, with her husband, and seeing Sylvy in the square corner pew with the rest, was mightily struck by her lovely face, and offered to take her home with her the next week, for the better advantages of schooling.
His eyes were stolidly defiant, but he stood well back, and almost shrank against the door. There seemed to be impulses in Hannah's and Sylvia's faces confronting his. He turned to his wife. "When you comin' home?" said he. "Oh, Cephas! I jest ran over here a minute. I wanted to see if Sylvy had any emptins. Do you want me an' Charlotte to come now?" Cephas turned on his heel.
There was a certain half-shamefaced reserve about his visits. He knew well enough that people looked from their windows as he passed, and said, facetiously, "There goes Richard Alger to court Sylvy Crane." He preferred slipping past in a half-light, in which he did not seem so plain to himself, and could think himself less plain to other people.
Dallas smiled. "Yes, but you must not ask Sylvy or Bubbles to get them for you." "I'll get them if you will tell me where they are." "They are down in the cellar. Please, Dimple, don't bother me again. Try to play without coming up after things all the time." "Yes, mamma," Dimple replied, very meekly. "I wouldn't have come this time if it had been for anything but the bandits." Mrs.
"What on earth ails you, Sylvy?" asked Mrs. Berry, ignoring suddenly the matter in hand. "Nothin' ails me that I know of. I don't think much of free-will, an' I ain't goin' to say I do when I don't." "Then all I've got to say is you'd ought to be ashamed of yourself. Why, I should think you was crazy, Sylvy Crane, settin' up yourself agin' the doctrines of the Word.
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