The Story of Waitstill BaxterWiggin, Kate Douglas Smith
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The Story of Waitstill Baxter
Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Sisters -- Fiction
“You can do without Waitstill on this one occasion, better than you can
without me,” laughed Mark, pinching Patty's cheek. “I've given the town
clerk due notice and I have a friend to meet me at his office. He is
going to lend me his horse for the drive home, and we shall change back
the next week. That will give us a fresh horse each way, and we'll fly
like the wind, snow or no snow, When we come down Guide Board Hill that
night, Patty, we shall be man and wife; isn't that wonderful?”
“We shall be man and wife in New Hampshire, but not in Maine, you say,”
Patty reminded him dolefully. “It does seem dreadful that we can't be
married in our own state, and have to go dangling about with this secret
on our minds, day and night; but it can't be helped! You'll try not to
even think of me as your wife till we go to Portsmouth to live, won't
you?”
“You're asking too much when you say I'm not to think of you as my
wife, for I shall think of nothing else, but I've given you my solemn
promise,” said Mark stoutly, “and I'll keep it as sure as I live. We'll
be legally married by the laws of New Hampshire, but we won't think of
it as a marriage till I tell your father and mine, and we drive away
once more together. That time it will be in the sight of everybody, with
our heads in the air. I've got the little house in Portsmouth all ready,
Patty: it's small, but it's in a nice part of the town. Portsmouth is a
pretty place, but it'll be a great deal prettier when it has Mrs. Mark
Wilson living in it. We can be married over again in Maine, afterwards,
if your heart is set upon it. I'm willing to marry you in every state of
the Union, so far as I am concerned.”
“I think you've been so kind and good and thoughtful, Mark dear,” said
Patty, more fondly and meltingly than she had ever spoken to him before,
“and so clever too! I do respect you for getting that good position
in Portsmouth and being able to set up for yourself at your age. I
shouldn't wonder a bit if you were a judge some day, and then what a
proud girl I shall be!”
Patty's praise was bestowed none too frequently, and it sounded very
sweet in the young man's ears.
“I do believe I can get on, with you to help me, Patty,” he said,
pressing her arm more closely to his side, and looking down ardently
into her radiant face. “You're a great deal cleverer than I am, but I
have a faculty for the business of the law, so my father says, and a
faculty for money-making, too. And even if we have to begin in a small
way, my salary will be a certainty, and we'll work up together. I can
see you in a yellow satin dress, stiff enough to stand alone!”
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