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"But the turkey phase is, very," said Mr. Yocomb, throwing a handful of corn down before his favorite, which, like certain eminent statesmen, immediately looked after his own interests. "Mr. Yocomb, please, let me help you feed the horses," said Miss Warren, leading the way into the barn, where on one side were mows for hay and grain, and, on the other, stalls for several horses.
"Thee's winked very hard at my apostasy, mother. I'm inclined to think thee was converted too, on the third or fourth day, if thee'd own up." "No," said Mrs. Yocomb, with a smile at her favorite, "Emily won my heart on the first day, and I accepted piano and all." "Why, Mrs. Yocomb!"
"Moreover, Richard Morton," his wife added, "thee has voluntarily come among us, and sat down with us for a quiet hour. Little claim to the faith of Abraham could we have should we let thee wander off to get thy dinner with the birds in the woods, for the village is miles away." "Mother'll make amends to thee for the silent meeting," said Mr. Yocomb, looking around with an impressive nod.
A swift glance at Miss Warren revealed that the text had awakened an interest so deep as to suggest a great and present need, for the maiden was leaning slightly toward the speaker and waiting with parted lips. "As I sat here," Mrs. Yocomb began, looking down upon us with a grave, gentle aspect, "these words came to me as if spoken in my soul, and I am constrained to repeat them unto you.
Reuben was growing wild with joy, and the father, overwhelmed with emotion, was struggling to rise, when the doctor said, in low, decided tones: "Hush! Nothing must be said or done to excite or surprise her. Mr. and Mrs. Yocomb, as you love your child, control yourselves. You, Mr. Morton, would seem strange to her, and, with Reuben, had better leave us now.
In their kind-hearted simplicity they had evidently planned a sort of family ovation, for as I came out on the piazza, they were all there except Miss Warren, who sat at her piano playing softly; but as Mr. Yocomb rose to greet me she turned toward us, and through the open window could see us and hear all that passed.
A sickening fear almost overwhelmed me, but I exclaimed loudly, "Mr. Yocomb, rouse yourself; I smell fire; the house is burning!" He did not move nor answer, and I followed Reuben, who was half-way up the stairs. It took but a few seconds to reach the large, old- fashioned garret, which already was filling with smoke. "Lead the way to the chimney," I shouted to Reuben in my terrible excitement.
Yocomb," I replied, in a voice not over-steady, "you know that as far as fusing was concerned I was the worst struck of you all, and this day proves that I am no longer without kindred." But how vain the effort to reproduce the light and shade that filled the quaint, simple room!
"I would like to have a chance to be killed by it," said Adah, with a sigh. "Thy absence would be fatal to some in the country," I heard Silas Jones remark, and with a look designed to be very reproachful. "Don't tell me that. Melissa Bunting would soon console thee." "Thee stands city life quite well, Emily," said Mrs. Yocomb. "Yes, better than I once did.
"I'll give you all the strawberries for that compliment." "No, thee must take half." "Mrs. Yocomb, you and I will divide, too. Could there possibly be a more delicious combination!" and Miss Warren smacked her lips appreciatively. "The strawberry was evolved by a chance combination of forces," I remarked. "Undoubtedly," added Miss Warren, "so was my Geneva watch."
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