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Folks say that he'd been to see the selectmen yesterday before he came to school, and he's goin' to build an elegant town hall, and have the names put up in it of all the Winby men that went to the war." Marilla sank into a chair, flushed with excitement. "Everybody was asking me about his being here last night and what he said to the school.
The soft air and the sunshine came close to her; the trees stood about and seemed to watch her; and suddenly she reached her hands upward in an ecstasy of life and strength and gladness. "O God," she said, "I thank thee for my future." by Sarah Orne Jewett STORIES FROM Strangers and Wayfarers, Published 1890 STORIES FROM A Native of Winby and Other Tales, Published 1893
He had dreamed all his life, in a sentimental, self-satisfied fashion, of this return to Winby. It had always appeared to be a grand affair, but so far he was himself the only interested spectator at his poor occasion. There was even a dismal consciousness that he had been undignified, perhaps even a little consequential and silly, in the old school-house.
Somehow he had been expecting that every one would know him and greet him, and give him credit for what he had tried to do, but old Winby had her own affairs to look after, and did very well without any of his help. Mr. Laneway acknowledged to himself at this point that he was weak and unmanly.
I wish to my heart 't was to-morrow mornin' a'ready, an' I a-startin' for the selec'men." A Native of Winby On the teacher's desk, in the little roadside school-house, there was a bunch of Mayflowers, beside a dented and bent brass bell, a small Worcester's Dictionary without any cover, and a worn morocco-covered Bible.
In my counting-room, on the fields of war, in the halls of Congress, and most of all in my Western home, my thoughts have flown back to the hills and brooks of Winby and to this little old school-house. I could shut my eyes and call back the buzz of voices, and fear my teacher's frown, and feel my boyish ambitions waking and stirring in my breast.
I have had the best visit in the world," he answered, a little shaken, and holding her hand a moment longer, while Marilla sat, young and impatient, in the high wagon. "You're a dear good woman, Abby. Sometimes when things have gone wrong I've been sorry that I ever had to leave Winby." The woman's clear eyes looked straight into his; then fell.
Two hours after Marilla returned from the station, and rushed into the kitchen. "Grandma!" she exclaimed, "you never did see such a crowd in Winby as there was at the depot!
LOOKING BACK ON GIRLHOOD, Youth's Companion, January 7, 1892 MORE STORIES FROM A Native of Winby and Other Tales, Published 1893 THE GRAY MILLS OF FARLEY, Cosmopolitan Magazine, June, 1898 A Winter Courtship The passenger and mail transportation between the towns of North Kilby and Sanscrit Pond was carried on by Mr.
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