Family life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
The outer door was ajar; he noiselessly crossed the room, and looking
out, he saw her. She had been to the well for a pail of water, but had
set it down and was watching the swiftly brightening east. She was so
still and her face so white in the faint radiance that he had an odd,
uncanny impression. No woman that he had ever known would stop that
way to look at the dawn. He could see nothing so peculiar in it as to
attract such fixed attention. "Alida," he asked, "what do you see?"
She started slightly and turned to take up the pail; but he had already
sprung down the steps and relieved her of the burden.
"Could anything be more lovely than those changing tints? It seems to
me I could have stood there an hour," she said quietly.
"You are not walking or doing all this in your sleep, are you?" he
asked, laughing, yet regarding her curiously. "You looked as you stood
there like what people call a--what's that big word?"
"I'm not a somnambulist and never was, to my knowledge. You'll find
I'm wide enough awake to have a good breakfast soon."
"But I didn't expect you to get up so early. I didn't wish it."
"It's too late now," she said pleasantly, "so I hope you won't find
fault with me for doing what I wanted to do."
"Did you mean to be up and have breakfast when I told you last night?"
"Yes. Of course I didn't let you know for you would have said I
mustn't, and then I couldn't. It isn't good for people to get up so
early and do as much as you had on your mind without eating. Now you
won't be any the worse for it."
"I certainly ought to be the better for so much kindly consideration;
but it will cure me of such unearthly hours if you feel that you must
conform to them. You look pale this morning, Alida; you're not strong
enough to do such things, and there's no need of it when I'm so used to
waiting on myself."
"I shall have to remind you," she replied with a bright look at him
over her shoulder, "that you said I could do things my own way."
"Well, it seems odd after a year when everyone who came here appeared
to grudge doing a thing for a man's comfort."
"I should hope I was different from them."
"Well, you are. I thought you were different from anyone I ever knew
as I saw you there looking at the east. You seem wonderfully fond of
pretty things."
"I'll own to that. But if you don't hurry you won't do as much as you
hoped by getting up early."
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