The best stories of Sarah Orne Jewett, Volume 2 (of 2)Jewett, Sarah Orne
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The best stories of Sarah Orne Jewett, Volume 2 (of 2)
Jewett, Sarah Orne
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
The three bean-pickers were dressed alike in stout brown ginghams,
checked by a white line, and all wore great faded aprons of blue
drilling, with sufficient pockets convenient to the right hand. Miss
Peggy Bond was a very small, belligerent-looking person, who wore a huge
pair of steel-bowed spectacles, holding her sharp chin well up in air,
as if to supplement an inadequate nose. She was more than half blind,
but the spectacles seemed to face upward instead of square ahead, as if
their wearer were always on the sharp lookout for birds. Miss Bond had
suffered much personal damage from time to time, because she never took
heed where she planted her feet, and so was always tripping and stubbing
her bruised way through the world. She had fallen down hatchways and
cellarways, and stepped composedly into deep ditches and pasture brooks;
but she was proud of stating that she was upsighted, and so was her
father before her. At the poor-house, where an unusual malady was
considered a distinction, upsightedness was looked upon as a most
honorable infirmity. Plain rheumatism, such as afflicted Aunt Lavina
Dow, whose twisted hands found even this light work difficult and
tiresome,—plain rheumatism was something of every-day occurrence, and
nobody cared to hear about it. Poor Peggy was a meek and friendly soul,
who never put herself forward; she was just like other folks, as she
always loved to say, but Mrs. Lavina Dow was a different sort of person
altogether, of great dignity and, occasionally, almost aggressive
behavior. The time had been when she could do a good day’s work with
anybody: but for many years now she had not left the town-farm, being
too badly crippled to work; she had no relations or friends to visit,
but from an innate love of authority she could not submit to being one
of those who are forgotten by the world. Mrs. Dow was the hostess and
social lawgiver here, where she remembered every inmate and every item
of interest for nearly forty years, besides an immense amount of town
history and biography for three or four generations back.
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