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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
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We
hurried
on
our
way,
beginning
to
feel
as
if
we
were
very
late,
and
it
was
a
great
satisfaction
at
last
to
turn
out
of
the
stony
highroad
into
a
green
lane
shaded
with
old
apple-trees.
Mrs.
Todd
encouraged
the
horse
until
he
fairly
pranced
with
gayety
as
we
drove
round
to
the
front
of
the
house
on
the
soft
turf.
There
was
an
instant
cry
of
rejoicing,
and
two
or
three
persons
ran
toward
us
from
the
busy
group.
“Why,
dear
Mis'
Blackett!--here's
Mis'
Blackett!”
I
heard
them
say,
as
if
it
were
pleasure
enough
for
one
day
to
have
a
sight
of
her.
Mrs.
Todd
turned
to
me
with
a
lovely
look
of
triumph
and
self-forgetfulness.
An
elderly
man
who
wore
the
look
of
a
prosperous
sea-captain
put
up
both
arms
and
lifted
Mrs.
Blackett
down
from
the
high
wagon
like
a
child,
and
kissed
her
with
hearty
affection.
“I
was
master
afraid
she
wouldn't
be
here,”
he
said,
looking
at
Mrs.
Todd
with
a
face
like
a
happy
sunburnt
schoolboy,
while
everybody
crowded
round
to
give
their
welcome.
“Mother's
always
the
queen,”
said
Mrs.
Todd.
“Yes,
they'll
all
make
everything
of
mother;
she'll
have
a
lovely
time
to-day.
I
wouldn't
have
had
her
miss
it,
and
there
won't
be
a
thing
she'll
ever
regret,
except
to
mourn
because
William
wa'n't
here.”
Mrs.
Blackett
having
been
properly
escorted
to
the
house,
Mrs.
Todd
received
her
own
full
share
of
honor,
and
some
of
the
men,
with
a
simple
kindness
that
was
the
soul
of
chivalry,
waited
upon
us
and
our
baskets
and
led
away
the
white
horse.
I
already
knew
some
of
Mrs.
Todd's
friends
and
kindred,
and
felt
like
an
adopted
Bowden
in
this
happy
moment.
It
seemed
to
be
enough
for
anyone
to
have
arrived
by
the
same
conveyance
as
Mrs.
Blackett,
who
presently
had
her
court
inside
the
house,
while
Mrs.
Todd,
large,
hospitable,
and
preeminent,
was
the
centre
of
a
rapidly
increasing
crowd
about
the
lilac
bushes.
Small
companies
were
continually
coming
up
the
long
green
slope
from
the
water,
and
nearly
all
the
boats
had
come
to
shore.
I
counted
three
or
four
that
were
baffled
by
the
light
breeze,
but
before
long
all
the
Bowdens,
small
and
great,
seemed
to
have
assembled,
and
we
started
to
go
up
to
the
grove
across
the
field.
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