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Nat's heart died within him as he imagined the effect these glowing tales would have at Plumfield not that he had wilfully deceived them, but in his letters many things were left untold; and when Carlsen added, with a friendly wink, that he would merely hint at the coming betrothal of the fair Minna and his 'heart's friend', Nat found himself devoutly hoping that this other inconvenient heart's friend might go to the bottom of the sea before he reached Plumfield to blast all his hopes by these tales of a mis-spent winter.
When the attorneys have robbed us all they need, and Nat's handed over, there'll be a good month to haying. That month I'm going to spend in the Cathills. I'll be back for the hay." The other eased himself in his rocker. Then for some moments no sound broke the silence of the room. "It's been a heavy spring," Bud said at last. Jeff nodded. His thoughts were away in the Cathills.
It got all damp the letter, foreign postmark, stamp and all by the time he put it into Maw's hand. It was a double letter or so one judged, first opening it. There was another inside, complete, sealed, and addressed in Nat's hand; but one must read the paper inclosed with it first that was obvious.
"He wasn't there just now, because I woke up and could not find him anywhere," said Demi, pouncing on him. "What mischief are you at now, bad child?" asked Nursey, with a good-natured shake, which made the sleeper open his eyes to say meekly, "I only ran into Nat's room to see him about something. Go away, and let me alone; I'm awful sleepy."
"What do you say to going up to the house for a light? No; let's get Nat's stable lanthorn, and then go down here and see where the way out goes." "I know," cried Scarlett, eagerly. "Where?" "Why, down there, right away by the old tree clump right out yonder." "There can't be a way out there, because we should have seen it." "Perhaps it's covered up so as to keep it hidden till it was wanted."
Perhaps, if Nat's success continued, and Grace was able to work at her music, they would need a kind of governess-companion. At any rate, she could picture no future less distasteful. She had not sent to Mr. Spearman Nick's answer to her letter. In the interval between writing to him and receiving his reply she had broken with Strefford; she had therefore no object in seeking her freedom.
"Humph!" mused Parker, as they came out at the gate. "Humph! She seems sure, doesn't she. And yet she doesn't act like herself. Did you notice that?" "Yup. I noticed it. But I expect Nat's droppin' out of the clouds shook her up, same as it done the rest of us. Well, never mind. She's a bully good, capable woman and what she says she'll do she gen'rally does. I'm bettin' on her. By time!
"Goodness gracious, what's the matter now?" cried the strong-minded maiden, pointing her case-knife toward the old lady, "one would think she'd seen a bear or a painter! What is it now, do tell?" Aunt Hannah did not reply, but sat down in uncle Nat's arm-chair in silence.
"Of course we will, with a famous supper, too, that would make a ghost hungry. Come with us up to uncle Nat's. Water, why there is a trough full at his back door, that you may bathe in all over if you like; and as for cider, we'll just try that before you say anything about it." The stranger arose and took up his violin; then lifting his large eyes, misty with fatigue, he said almost mournfully
"Well, that was a sort of sticker, in a way, and I cal'late Daniels realized it. He 'hum-ha'd' and barked a little and then give in that he couldn't swear the Van Horne person's character wa'n't all right, but " "'Couldn't swear! snorts Zeb. 'You better not try to, not when the minister or Nat's around.
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