Of course, it all had to come to an end, and morning found the
weary, though still happy, revelers preparing, with much bustle
and confusion, to disperse to their various homes; but that last
delightful evening, with its music, and flowers, and charming
associations, remained a brilliant spot in memory's realm during
many after years.
A week later found the Minturns and Seabrooks again located for
the season at Manchester-by-the-sea.
Prof. Seabrook, to the great joy of his family, was to remain with
them throughout the vacation. He would do no roaming this year, he
said. He had something of far more importance to attend to, and
unfolded a plan to his dear ones, which was received with the
greatest enthusiasm; more of which anon.
It proved to be a summer long to be remembered by all, especially
by Jennie, for various reasons; one of which was, she had never
before seen the ocean, and it was a wonderful revelation to her,
filling her with ever-increasing admiration and awe.
"One gets something of an idea of what eternity means," she said,
with a long-drawn breath of rapture, when, one day, Katherine
accompanied her to a high point which commanded a limitless
expanse of sea that seemed to softly melt away into the sky and so
become lost to human vision.
She could not content herself indoors much of the time, and almost
won for. herself again the sobriquet of "Wild Jennie," for she
would often disappear directly after breakfast, going off on long
tramps to return hours later, laden with a promiscuous assortment
of shells, stones, star-fish and other curiosities with which she
lavishly adorned her own room and various other portions of the
house.
"Oh, it's only a 'spell,'" she retorted one day, when Katherine
laughingly commented upon her conchological, geological,
ichthyological "research." "It has got to have its 'run,' like
some other beliefs that aren't so good; then I'll get over it, I
suppose, settle down and behave like people who are already
seasoned. If I could only be as successful in a genealogical way
there'd be nothing left to wish for," she concluded with a wistful
sigh.
"Are you still brooding over that, Jennie?" gravely inquired
Katherine.
"Not exactly 'brooding,' dearie. I guess it's just a kind of
hankering, though mortal mind does set up a howl, now and then, in
spite of me, and says 'don't you wish you knew.'"
Katherine laughed softly at the characteristic phraseology, but
bent a very tender look upon the girl.
"Well, you do know that you are God's child," she said, gently.
"Yes; and I know it now, in a way that I never did before I knew
you; and I'm sure no other 'stray waif' ever had quite so much to
be thankful for as I have."
They all loved the girl, and she was the life of the house,
although she had toned down considerably during the last year; for
she was always bright and cheery, keeping everybody in a ripple
with her quaint sayings and contagious mirth.
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