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Updated: June 29, 2025
As I stooped down to detach it, sheltered behind those fine draperies, I gave Vesty such a side glance that a smile and color came over her face in spite of herself. "On the contrary," said she, giving him a sharp glance which he relished from her very bright though near-sighted eyes; "it is not often that I have become attached to anything so useful." He laughed with mettlesome good-nature.
"Who is your poppy, Aunt Vesty?" "Don't you know him? Judge Custis, who lives in Princess Anne." "Jedge Custis! Why, Lord sakes! he ain't your par, is he? Aunt Vesty, he's one of my old beaus." The Judge brought with him Reverend William Tilghman, and Vesta, as she was retiring, introduced Rhoda to both of them: "This is Miss Rhoda Mr. Milburn's niece."
He saw her thrill with excitement as the line stiffened and she began to haul in, hand over hand; it was a big cod too. Vesty always had the luck. There was glory in her cheeks when she brought the struggling, flopping fish over into the boat. His sentimental tone gave way in spite of himself. She turned and gave him a smart box on the ear. "Very well, Miss Vesty Kirtland, very well.
"Not chopped or sugared feathers, Vesty, but whole winged feathers of the natural flavor." "Oh!" she said, "shouldn't you think they needed me?" "Infinitely." "Wait. Won't you come come and see me often? Her soul bare in her uplifted eyes. Only to one as a wraith, a shadow, out of the ordinary pale of humanity, could she have looked like that! "Always, whatever I hear or know," I answered her.
With downcast eyes and a blush on her cheeks that would have exonerated Eve, she wound up her hair again, and restored her own hold on her apron. "I did not kiss you then, Vesty." "Well, of course." "I'm good, but my mind is still on you." Over ledges and salt marshes, and the thin, storm-broken trees, and out there on the water there 's a strange color growing.
"In course human nature turns natchally to pink and white clover, like Vesty; but I tell ye, major, when it comes to a honest jedgment o' grass thar' 's lots o' comfort arter all to be took out o' old red timothy. Old red timothy goes to shutin' right up straight an' minds her own business. She ain't a-tryin' so many o' these d d ructions on ye.
Say, wouldn't that be a charming place, after all, to rest, when " "Thank you! How fortunate that you are aboard! I know how to steer a boat a little, of course, but nothing like " Vesty laughed, dazzled by this sarcasm. "But you didn't think of the bread or the salt or the pork for the chowder," said she triumphantly. "Ah, I see you have them. You always think of those things.
"He is dying?" murmured Vesty then, with cold lips. "He has not spoken since the shock. He does not know us; but it may be he will know you! Come!" Servants from the doorways of the wide, rich hall were staring strangely at Vesty and at me. Vesty turned to me now, to consider me. I gave her the warning look. "I came to show Vesty the way," I said in simple Basin speech. "I will go to my hotel.
Eyes once seen, to haunt one, the handsomest in form and color and expression that I had ever seen in human head. Now I saw them again, as I had first seen them at the meeting in the Basin school-house; the firm, brown hand grasping the sailor's bonnet; eyes omnipotent with health and joy, casting their mischievous, beautiful glances over toward Vesty she, patient, struggling, with her holy look!
Vesty, with evident distress, was about to explain: I put my finger to my lips with another side glance of such meaning that she kept still and even smiled again. I called a man and brought him to the house for Mrs. Forrester's directions. He soon returned with the rugs, which Vesty accepted for her baby as well as she could; Uncle Benny all the time singing gleefully.
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