Greenwich (N.J.) -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
"The second day of November, Abiram came home in the best of spirits.
He had made his journey profitable, it seemed, and he was more of a
Tory than ever. He had actually brought me a satin gown that would
stand on end for richness, and a gray crape shawl. I told him he
might keep his gifts to himself, and went up-stairs to my room, where
presently Aunt Betsy came bringing the shawl and the satin.
"'Thee had better put these things away!' said she, laying them on the
bed.
"I took them just as they were, and opening the window, I dropped them
out and saw them fall plump into the tub of rain-water underneath,—for
then, instead of cisterns, we had great troughs standing under the
eaves. It was a silly thing to do, but I was so worked up I did n't
care one pin. For once I saw Aunt Betsy in a rage. She scolded me
roundly, and ended by declaring that I should marry Abiram within a
week or she would never see nor speak to me again. I should have gone
away that very night, only Aunt Betsy was taken so sick I did n't like
to leave her. What Abiram thought when he found his presents all wet
and spoiled, I can't say. He never said a word to me nor I to him. I
did my work, and waited on Aunt Betsy, but I could n't get any word to
Lewis, much as I wished it, for old Jacob was sick, and I had n't any
other messenger.
"Well, for two or three days Abiram was wonderful busy clearing out the
cellar. Now and then he would take his boat and run down the creek, and
he grew so queer and excited that I began to wonder what was going to
happen. I hardly ever got a chance to step outside the door, Aunt Betsy
kept me so close, and what with the work and waiting on her, I was
pretty well used up.
"One night,—it was the 20th of November and a fine moonlight, though
rather foggy,—I went to the backdoor for a breath of air, and I saw a
fine large brig coming up with the tide. She seemed to find her way
without any trouble, and presently came to anchor over there where you
see that pine stump—it was a fine tree then—not far from our house.
I stood watching, and presently I saw Abiram and two other men come
ashore from the brig. They came up the path toward the house, but I
did n't stay to meet them. I went back to Aunt Betsy, and when Abiram
called me to see to supper, he told me the strange men would stay, and
asked me if I would n't sit down and make tea. For you see I had n't
sat down to a single meal with him since he came home.
"'Tea!' said I. 'Where did you get any tea?' I knew ours had been out
some time, and you could n't buy an ounce for love nor money.
"'Never mind,' said Abiram, looking as pleased as could be. 'I've got
it, and plenty more of nice things. Now be a good girl and see to the
supper, and I promise not to say a word thee won't like to hear.'
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