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"They'll be lovely," answered Vinie. "I just somehow didn't think of fixing things up this Christmas. I'll put them all around the parlour, Mr. Adam." "I'll put them for you," said Adam. "This isn't mistletoe like you get in the big trees south, and it isn't holly such as grows down Williamsburgh way but it's mistletoe and it's holly." "Yeth," agreed Vinie listlessly.
"Where's Tom?" asked Rand. "Tom should be here " but Vinie had slipped from the ring about the bride. Adam followed; Mr. Pincornet had already faded away. More important folk claimed the attention of the newly wedded pair, and Mr. Mocket had not yet appeared when at last the gathering, bound for the wedding feast at Mrs.
Following the venison, the tart, and apple brandy came the short, bright afternoon, passed by Lewis Rand upon the brig from the Indies with Tom Mocket and little Vinie and a wrinkled skipper who talked of cocoanuts and strange birds and red-handkerchiefed pirates, and spent by Gideon first in business with the elder Mocket, and then in conversation with Adam Gaudylock.
Smock, glanced at the superscriptions, and put them in his pocket, then walked to the Eagle and spoke to the hostler there, and finally, as the big red ball of the sun dipped behind the mountains, betook himself to Tom Mocket's small house on the edge of town. He found Vinie on the porch. "Is Adam here?" he asked. She nodded. "That's well," he said. "I want a talk with him a long talk.
He saw his road stretching far, far before him, and he saw certain fellow travellers, but the companion whom his heart cried for he could not see. "Her way and mine are far apart are far apart. I had better marry Vinie Mocket." He spoke half aloud and with bitterness, looking from the window toward Fontenoy. Suddenly the water smarted in his eyes, and he stretched out his arms.
And, Vinie, can you give me a bit of supper? I won't go home until late to-night; I have sent my wife word. Tell Adam, will you? that I am here, and let us have the porch to ourselves." The night was hot and dark when Rand, riding Selim, left the town and took the Monticello road. He forded the creek, and the horse, scrambling up the farther side, struck fire from the loose stones.
I'll promise you anything, and I'll keep my promise." "I know that you will. It's nothing more than this. Vinie, I don't want it known that I stopped here to-day, and I want you to forget look at me, Vinie." "Yeth, thir." "I want you to forget what I asked you for, and what I did in Tom's room. "Yeth, thir," said Vinie, with large eyes. "And that you cut yourself?" "That, too.
Don't you remember Adam?" The hunter and Tom Mocket came up together. "We beat them! we beat them, hey, Lewis!" grinned the scamp; and Gaudylock cried, "Why, if here isn't the little partridge again! Don't you want to see what I've got in my pouch?" "Yeth, thir," said Vinie.
With which conclusion, the coach having drawn up before Vinie Mocket's door, Mrs. Selden dismissed the matter from her mind, and, descending, was met by Vinie herself at the gate. "I've got the sweetmeats all cut, Mrs. Selden! Grapes and baskets, and hearts with arrows through them, and vases of roses. I never did any prettier. Won't you come in, ma'am? There's water just drawn from the well."
Vinie drew toward her a blackberry branch, and studied the white bloom. "Which do you think is the prettiest, Mr. Adam, Miss Unity or Miss Jacqueline?" "Why, I don't know," answered Adam. "They are both mighty pretty." "I think Miss Unity's the prettiest," said Vinie. "It's time I was walking back to Charlottesville."
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