Maida was not ill-natured. She betrayed no sign of having perceived
his discomfiture, and exerted herself to talk in a livelier way than
her wont, till he should recover from his mortification. She felt that
she was generous in doing this, and the neglect of the others seemed
to bind him to her by a rivet the more; so that her spirits rose, and
completely shook off the depression which his seeming weariness of her
company had been bringing on. He felt grateful in his turn that she
should so well cover his retreat, and enable him to bear up under the
snub he had been subjected to; the consequence being that they reached
Blue Fish Creek on terms of demonstrative good-fellowship, sang from
one hymn-book in church, and walked home by the sands again in cordial
intimacy.
"Jest look at them two interestin' young things!" Mrs Denwiddie
observed to her neighbour, as she pointed them out from the omnibus
window. "Ain't they fond, now! It makes me feel better to look at
them. It's kind of hard, you see, for us worldly-minded Americans,
sometimes, to believe about Adam and Eve and their innocent ongoings
mentioned in Scripter. There's nothing makes me so 'feared of turning
into one of them sceptics the ministers are so down on, as that
history; when I see the way young men and gals get on together, with
never a thought but dollars and cents and sich. 'There ain't one of
them as 'ud eat an apple as he knows'll disagree with him, jest to
please his Betsy, nowadays,' I thought. But there!--you see an
instance of what faithful love'll do. Jest look at them on the sands
there, wanderin' along! They might be babies gatherin' shells, with
their little spades in their hands."
"Do you mean the Montpelier schoolma'am?" the friend replied. "'Pears
to me always like as she was jest vinegar--with her blue glasses and
her knitting. I see she has left the glasses at home to-day--guess
it's to get a better look at her young man. Wonder what he thinks of
her? His taste must be pecooliar."
"They're true lovers, them two, believe me, Mrs Strange. If they
ain't, there's none sich. It's more'n ten years since they were
engaged, and he's been away all that time, to make his pile, and she's
been a-waitin' and a-workin' till he could come back to her, and never
a complaint. It's not a week yet, since she told me all about it, and
not a man would she listen to, in all that time, out of pure
faithfulness."
"There's few would try to shake her constancy, I'm thinkin'," said Mrs
Strange; but her companion was too busy talking to heed her, and
continued--
"Think of the young man keepin' her image before his mind's eye all
them years! and the world so full of gals, and temptations of all
kinds."
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