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Updated: June 10, 2025
"I feel the wind on my back, and I've got a bad pain enough in it now." Mrs. Barnard stepped in, and shut the door quickly, in an alarmed way. "Ain't you feelin' well this mornin', Sylvy?" said she. "Oh yes, I'm feelin' well enough. It ain't any matter how I feel, but it's a good deal how some other folks do."
There were tears in Sylvia's eyes, but her face above her sister's head was radiant. "Don't, Hannah," she said. "It's all over now, you know." "Is he goin' to have you now Sylvy?" "I guess so, maybe," said Sylvia. "I suppose you'll go to his house, this is so run down." "He's goin' to fix this one up." "You think you'd rather live here, then? Well, I s'pose I should. I s'pose he's goin' to buy it.
Dolly was her mother's right hand now; and the twins, Ralph and Reuben, could fire the musket and chop wood. Sylvy, the fourth child, was the odd one.
I felt plum bad, I tell you; but I did better next time;" so saying, she turned her cake into the pans and giving each of the children a spoon, bade them take the bowl between them out on the steps, and "lick" to their hearts' content. "You aren't going to make another cake right away, are you, Sylvy?" asked Dimple, looking up from her bowl. "And oh, Florence, see all those turnovers.
"Oh, a bat! a bat!" shrieked Florence, as the creature came swooping in from the hall, beating its wings against the wall. Sylvy, armed with a broom, and Bubbles, with a duster, soon put an end to the poor bat, and the girls came out from their hiding-place. "I suppose it is silly to be afraid of them, but they nearly frighten me to death," said Dimple.
They came to Richard Alger's house on the right-hand side of the road, and Rebecca looked reflectively at the white cottage with its steep peak of Gothic roof set upon a ploughed hill. "It's queer how he's been going with your aunt Sylvy all these years," she said. "Yes, 'tis," assented Rose, and she too glanced up at the house. As they looked, a man came around the corner with a basket.
She had been up by daybreak, around to the church with flowers, upstairs to see that her bridesmaid toilet was all right, down into the kitchen to ask Sylvy for a peep at the wedding cake, which, black with fruit inside and white with frosting out, stood on the sideboard.
I wouldn't tech one fer nothin'." "But you aren't afraid of snakes," replied Dimple, "and these little terrapins are much more harmless." Nevertheless Bubbles had in some way acquired a superstition about "Bre'r Tarrapin," from Sylvy, who, like most colored people, stood in terror of the innocent creatures.
"She's good-lookin', ain't she?" she remarked, cautiously viewing Charlotte's straight figure and fair face as she came towards them out of the yard. "She ain't so good-lookin' as she used to be," rejoined the other woman. "I guess she's goin' down to her aunt Sylvy's Sylvy Crane as was. She married Richard Alger a while ago, after she'd been goin' with him over twenty year.
I know it seems considerable for Sylvy to have it all, but she's took care of mother all those years, an' I don't begrutch it to her, an' she's a-goin' to have it. I don't much believe Richard Alger will ever have her now she's got so old, an' she'd ought to have enough to live on the rest of her life an' keep her comfortable."
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