New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
"I've got to eat an' run," said he; "Job Fisher kep' me. It's about
that ma'sh. But the time wa'n't wasted. He'll sell ten acres for twenty
dollars less'n he said last week. Too bad to keep you waitin'! You'd
ought to eat yours while't was hot."
Letty, with a little smile all to herself, sat demurely down and poured
coffee; this was no time to talk of anniversaries. David ate in haste,
and said good-by.
"I'm goin' down the lot to get my withes," said he. "Whilst I'm gone,
you put me up a mite o' luncheon, I sha'n't lay off to come home till
night."
"Oh, David!" said Letty, with a little cry. Then the same knowing smile
crept over her face. "No, I sha'n't," added she willfully. "I'm goin'
to bring it to you."
"Fetch me my dinner? Why, it's a mile and a half 'cross lots! I guess
you won't!"
"You go right along, David," said Letty decisively. "I don't want to
hear another word. I ain't seen the Long Pastur' this summer, and I'm
comin'. Good-by!" She disappeared down the cellar stairs with the
butter-plate poised on a pyramid of dishes, and David, having no time
to argue, went off to his work.
About ten o'clock Letty took her way down to the Long Pasture; she was
a very happy woman, and she could hold her happiness before her face,
regarding it frankly and with a full delight. The material joys of life
might seem to escape her; but she could have them, after all. The great
universe, warm with sun and warm with love, was on her side. Even the
day seemed something tangible in gracious being; and as Letty trudged
along, her basket on her arm, she reasoned upon her own riches and
owned she had enough. David was not like anybody else; but he was
better than anybody else, and he was hers. Even his faults were dearer
than other men's virtues. She heard the sound of his axe upon the
stakes, breaking the lovely stillness with a significance lovelier
still.
"David!" she called, long before reaching the little brook that runs
beneath the bank, and he leaped the fence and came to meet her.
"David!" she repeated, and looked up in his face with eyes so solemn
and so full of light that he held her still a moment to look at her.
"Letty," he said, "you're real pretty!" And then they both laughed, and
walked on together through the shade.
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