Domestic fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"And why not?" asked Nellie Austin, to whom she one day made the
admission. "I'm sure she seems to think everything that is good about
you. To-night, when you were sitting together, before the lamps were
brought in, Mrs Kent said what friends you seemed to be; and Dr Justin
said what a picture you made, sitting there in the fire-light."
"Yes, I guess so! The picture of a hen and a humming-bird!" said
Fidelia, laughing. "If he saw anything but Miss Avery and a feather
duster it is a wonder. I have no doubt Miss Avery realised how pretty
the picture was, as well as he. No, I am not cross nor sarcastic
either, and I am willing to act as a set-off to her now and then, if it
is to do her any good. But I can't just say I like quite so much of
that kind of thing."
"Fidelia," said Nellie gravely, "we shall have to let you go fishing
again with the boys."
"Yes, let us go. Is it too late to make a plan for to-morrow? We
should have to make an early start."
"It is too late to plan for to-morrow. Amos has gone to bed. And,
besides, we couldn't go to-morrow; we are going to Colonel Green's. And
the day after to-morrow we are all going to the Summit; and those who
like can go by the way of Smellie's Brook, and go to the Summit by the
other path."
"Well, I will go with the boys, and you had better come with us. That
was the most delightful day I have had in Eastwood--the day I had with
Amos and his brothers at the brook."
"Thank you, for myself and all the rest. Faithful, what is the matter
with you these days?" said Nellie, laying her hand gently on her
friend's hair, "There is something the matter, is there not, dear?"
"There must be, if you say so; but I can't tell you what it is. I must
be `gettin' kind o' nervous,' as Deacon Ainsworth says of his wife.
It's queer, isn't it? I, who never knew there were nerves, until I
learned it out of a school-book! I guess I want Eunice. She'll set me
all right. I never had any bad feelings yet that she couldn't deliver
me from, in one way or another. Oh, yes; I shall be all right as soon
as I see my Eunice!"
But she was not quite sure of it, even when she said it.
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