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There, what did make you wear your shawls? she exclaimed a moment afterward, reproachfully. You aint been an wore em all day long? I wanted folks to see how pretty your new dresses was, if I did make em. Well, well! I wish moren ever now Id gone an seen to ye! An heres the pepper-box! said Katy, in a pleased, unconscious tone. That really is what I call beautiful, said Mrs. Hilton, after a long and doubtful look. Our other one was only tin. I never did look so high as a chiny one with flowers, but I can get us another any time for every day. Thats a proper hat, as good as you could have got, John. Wheres your new hoe? she asked, as he came toward her from the barn, smiling with satisfaction. I declare to Moses if I didnt forget all about it, meekly acknowledged the leader of the great excursion. That an my yellow-turnip seed, too; they went clean out o my head, there was so many other things to think of. But taint no sort o matter; I can get a hoe just as well to Ira Speeds. His wife could not help laughing. You an the little girls have had a great time. They was full o wonder to me about everythin, and I expect theyll talk about it for a week. I guess we was right about havin em see somethin more o the world. Yes, answered John Hilton, with humility, yes, we did have a beautiful day. I didnt expect so much. They looked as nice as anybody, and appeared so modest an pretty. The little girls will remember it perhaps by an by. I guess they wont never forget this day they had long o father. It was evening again, the frogs were piping in the lower meadows, and in the woods, higher up the great hill, a little owl began to hoot. The sea air, salt and heavy, was blowing in over the country at the end of the hot, bright day. A lamp was lighted in the house, the happy children were chatting together, and supper was waiting. The father and mother lingered for a moment outside and looked down over the shadowy fields; then they went in, without speaking. The great day was over, and they shut the door. |
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