The Haunted Homestead: A NovelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The Haunted Homestead: A Novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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I fancied that neither Juliet nor Anna were greatly pleased at being
introduced by Sally, the housemaid, to the elegant Adaline Gilbert, who
had come to the country with anything but a favorable impression of its
inhabitants. The second daughter, the one about my own age, Sally said
they called Nellie; "and a nice, clever creature she is, too--not a bit
stuck up like t'other one. Why, I do believe she'd walked every big
beast in the barn before she'd been there half an hour, and the last I
saw of her she was coaxing a cow to lie still while she got upon her
back!"
How my heart warmed toward the romping Nellie, and how I wondered if
after that beam-walking exploit her hooks and eyes were all in their
places! The two little boys, Sally said, were twins, Edward and Egbert,
or, as they were familiarly called, Bert and Eddie. This was nearly all
she had learned, if we except the fact that the family ate with silver
forks, and drank wine after dinner. This last, mother pronounced
heterodox, while I, who dearly loved the juice of the grape, and
sometimes left finger marks on the top shelf, whither I had climbed for
a sip from grandma's decanter, secretly hoped I should some day dine
with Nellie Gilbert, and drink all the wine I wanted, thinking how many
times I'd rinse my mouth so mother shouldn't smell my breath!
In the course of a few weeks the affairs of the Gilbert family were
pretty generally canvassed in Rice Corner, Mercy Jenkins giving it as
her opinion that "Miss Gilbert was much the likeliest of the two, and
that Mr. Gilbert was cross, overbearing, and big feeling."
CHAPTER II.
NELLIE.
As yet I had only seen Nellie in the distance, and was about despairing
of making her acquaintance when accident threw her in my way. Directly
opposite our house, and just across a long green meadow, was a piece of
woods which belonged to Mr. Gilbert, and there, one afternoon early in
May, I saw Nellie. I had seen her there before, but never dared approach
her; and now I divided my time between watching her and a dense black
cloud which had appeared in the west, and was fast approaching the
zenith. I was just thinking how nice it would be if the rain should
drive her to our house for shelter, when patter, patter came the large
drops in my face; thicker and faster they fell, until it seemed like a
perfect deluge; and through the almost blinding sheet of rain I descried
Nellie coming toward me at a furious rate. With the agility of a fawn
she bounded over the gate, and with the exclamation of, "Ain't I wetter
than a drownded rat?" we were perfectly well acquainted.
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