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Vinie brought a pitcher beaded with cool well water, and then a salver spread with fanciful shapes cut from the delicate green rind of melon and ready for preserving. Mrs. Selden drank the well water and approved Vinie's skill; then, "Your brother's gone to North Garden," she said abruptly. "Mr. Rand's affairs must keep him busy." "Yeth, ma'am. Tom comes and goes," said Vinie wistfully.
"You've always been my good friend, ever since long ago when you came from the little house in Richmond to this little house in Charlottesville, and I was reading law with Mr. Henning. Why, I don't know what I should do without you and Tom!" Vinie's eyes filled. "I couldn't Tom and me couldn't do without you, Mr. Rand. You're our best friend, and we'd die for you, and you know it.
But a prolonged blizzard took the ice out right up to the Point, so that the open water extended at the end of April right up to the foot of Vinie's Hill. Then came a spell of calm weather, and during the first week of May the sea-ice formed rapidly. The men made several short trips over it to the north.
"And the Churchills are mighty fine people. Here's the partridge back, with another freckle-face." "That's Tom Mocket," said Lewis. "If Vinie's a partridge, Tom's a weasel." The weasel, sandy-haired and freckled, came up the path with long steps. "Hi, Lewis! Father's gone toward the market looking for your father.
"He's going down into the parlour to-night, and pretty soon he's going home, and then he'll be riding into town to his office." He looked kindly into the small, freckled, pretty face. The heat of the day stood in moisture on Vinie's brow, she had pushed back her sunbonnet, and the breeze stirred the damp tendrils of her hair. "Tom must miss him," said the hunter. "Yeth, Tom does."
He's not been in Albemarle for a year! When did he come back?" "Just the other day, ma'am." A smile crept over Vinie's face. "He brought me a comb like the Spanish women wear. He's a mighty kind man Mr. Gaudylock." The hunter and Mrs. Selden met at the broken gate. "I am glad to see you back, Adam," she said. "You're a rolling stone, but all the same we're fond of you in Albemarle."
I had a happy home-coming." "You always have that," said Tom simply. "You've had a wonderful fortune, and more there than anywhere. I'm always telling Vinie " "Vinie!" answered the other. "Vinie would always blindly worship on. The sun might darken and go out, but where's the odds since she would never know it! Faith like a dog's or a child's or Vinie's there's comfort there!
Pincornet, sat Adam Gaudylock, easy and tawny, dressed as usual in his fringed hunting-frock, with his coonskin cap in his hand, and his gun at his feet. Beside him sat Vinie Mocket, dressed in her best. Vinie's eyes were downcast, and her hands clasped in her lap.
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