Domestic fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"I didn't think the sale of the farm would come off for awhile, but I
was mistaken. Ezra came over to see the squire one day in October, and
they talked it over, and matters were settled, and papers signed, and my
share of the price of the land made over to me; and Ezra was to go away
at the end of the month. The boys were to be left till spring, till he
could make some kind of a home for them, and he said he depended more on
me than on any one else to see that they were well done by till then:
`For they are more and nearer to you than to any one else except
myself,' he said.
"`It is not likely that I can do much for them while they are in your
mother's keeping,' I said.
"`Oh, mother thinks everything of you!' he said, with a foolish laugh;
`and you've got your share all right. Squire Peabody has seen to that.'
"That was the first winter that Mrs Peabody's health began to fail. It
wasn't long before your father died, and the squire took her South for
the winter, and the house was left to my care; and they said, if I
liked, I might have one or two of Myra's children to keep me company.
So I went over and got Jim, the eldest, so as to give him a chance at
our winter school, and the baby, as everybody called him, though he was
nearly four years old.
"You've heard me tell about my Davie before. I needn't say much about
him. The very first feeling of rest and comfort that had come to me,
after months of lonesome pain, came the first time he fell asleep in my
arms, with his little chapped hand upon my cheek: it was like the coming
back of the time when I had baby Eunice to care for; but it was
different; too, in some ways. Jim was as good and as bright a boy as
need be, and we had a happy winter together.
"Well, in the spring the squire and his wife came home, and she seemed
better. They hadn't been home long when a letter came from Ezra, saying
he wanted the boys to be sent out to him. He couldn't, without
considerable loss of time, go for them, but there were chances every day
of people coming West, who would look after them all they needed. A
chance of any one willing to trouble himself with the care of four boys,
one of them little more than a baby, wasn't likely to come very soon,
and the summer was over before we heard again; and all that time Jim and
Davie had stayed on with me. Then there came another letter, saying
that the boys were to be sent on alone. Nothing would be likely to
happen to them, as they needn't change cars more than once before they
reached Chicago, and he would meet them there.
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