"Well, you know I can't bear fellows--I think they are hateful." "What! even Tom Hiers?" said Mara, continuing her painting. "Tom Hiers! Do you suppose I care for him? He would insist on waiting on me round all last winter, taking me over in his boat to Portland, and up in his sleigh to Brunswick; but I didn't care for him." "Well, there's Jimmy Wilson, up at Brunswick." "What! that little snip of a clerk! You don't suppose I care for him, do you?--only he almost runs his head off following me round when I go up there shopping; he's nothing but a little dressed-up yard-stick! I never saw a fellow yet that I'd cross the street to have another look at. By the by, Mara, Miss Roxy told me Sunday that Moses was coming down from Umbagog this week." "Yes, he is," said Mara; "we are looking for him every day." "You must want to see him. How long is it since you saw him?" "It is three years," said Mara. "I scarcely know what he is like now. I was visiting in Boston when he came home from his three-years' voyage, and he was gone into the lumbering country when I came back. He seems almost a stranger to me." "He's pretty good-looking," said Sally. "I saw him on Sunday when he was here, but he was off on Monday, and never called on old friends. Does he write to you often?" "Not very," said Mara; "in fact, almost never; and when he does, there is so little in his letters." "Well, I tell you, Mara, you must not expect fellows to write as girls can. They don't do it. Now, our boys, when they write home, they tell the latitude and longitude, and soil and productions, and such things. But if you or I were only there, don't you think we should find something more to say? Of course we should,--fifty thousand little things that they never think of." Mara made no reply to this, but went on very intently with her painting. A close observer might have noticed a suppressed sigh that seemed to retreat far down into her heart. Sally did not notice it. What was in that sigh? It was the sigh of a long, deep, inner history, unwritten and untold--such as are transpiring daily by thousands, and of which we take no heed. CHAPTER XX REBELLION We have introduced Mara to our readers as she appears in her seventeenth year, at the time when she is expecting the return of Moses as a young man of twenty; but we cannot do justice to the feelings which are roused in her heart by this expectation, without giving a chapter or two to tracing the history of Moses since we left him as a boy commencing the study of the Latin grammar with Mr. Sewell. The reader must see the forces that acted upon his early development, and what they have made of him.