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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
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“Yes,
Mari'
was
one
o'
them
pretty
little
lambs
that
make
dreadful
homely
old
sheep,”
replied
Mrs.
Todd
with
energy.
“Cap'n
Littlepage
never'd
look
so
disconsolate
if
she
was
any
sort
of
a
proper
person
to
direct
things.
She
might
divert
him;
yes,
she
might
divert
the
old
gentleman,
an'
let
him
think
he
had
his
own
way,
'stead
o'
arguing
everything
down
to
the
bare
bone.
'Twouldn't
hurt
her
to
sit
down
an'
hear
his
great
stories
once
in
a
while.”
“The
stories
are
very
interesting,”
I
ventured
to
say.
“Yes,
you
always
catch
yourself
a-thinkin'
what
if
they
all
was
true,
and
he
had
the
right
of
it,”
answered
Mrs.
Todd.
“He's
a
good
sight
better
company,
though
dreamy,
than
such
sordid
creatur's
as
Mari'
Harris.”
“Live
and
let
live,”
said
dear
old
Mrs.
Blackett
gently.
“I
haven't
seen
the
captain
for
a
good
while,
now
that
I
ain't
so
constant
to
meetin',”
she
added
wistfully.
“We
always
have
known
each
other.”
“Why,
if
it
is
a
good
pleasant
day
tomorrow,
I'll
get
William
to
call
an'
invite
the
capt'in
to
dinner.
William'll
be
in
early
so's
to
pass
up
the
street
without
meetin'
anybody.”
“There,
they're
callin'
out
it's
time
to
set
the
tables,”
said
Mrs.
Caplin,
with
great
excitement.
“Here's
Cousin
Sarah
Jane
Blackett!
Well,
I
am
pleased,
certain!”
exclaimed
Mrs.
Todd,
with
unaffected
delight;
and
these
kindred
spirits
met
and
parted
with
the
promise
of
a
good
talk
later
on.
After
this
there
was
no
more
time
for
conversation
until
we
were
seated
in
order
at
the
long
tables.
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