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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
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In
taking
an
occasional
wisdom-giving
stroll
in
Mrs.
Todd's
company,
and
in
acting
as
business
partner
during
her
frequent
absences,
I
found
the
July
days
fly
fast,
and
it
was
not
until
I
felt
myself
confronted
with
too
great
pride
and
pleasure
in
the
display,
one
night,
of
two
dollars
and
twenty-seven
cents
which
I
had
taken
in
during
the
day,
that
I
remembered
a
long
piece
of
writing,
sadly
belated
now,
which
I
was
bound
to
do.
To
have
been
patted
kindly
on
the
shoulder
and
called
“darlin',”
to
have
been
offered
a
surprise
of
early
mushrooms
for
supper,
to
have
had
all
the
glory
of
making
two
dollars
and
twenty-seven
cents
in
a
single
day,
and
then
to
renounce
it
all
and
withdraw
from
these
pleasant
successes,
needed
much
resolution.
Literary
employments
are
so
vexed
with
uncertainties
at
best,
and
it
was
not
until
the
voice
of
conscience
sounded
louder
in
my
ears
than
the
sea
on
the
nearest
pebble
beach
that
I
said
unkind
words
of
withdrawal
to
Mrs.
Todd.
She
only
became
more
wistfully
affectionate
than
ever
in
her
expressions,
and
looked
as
disappointed
as
I
expected
when
I
frankly
told
her
that
I
could
no
longer
enjoy
the
pleasure
of
what
we
called
“seein'
folks.”
I
felt
that
I
was
cruel
to
a
whole
neighborhood
in
curtailing
her
liberty
in
this
most
important
season
for
harvesting
the
different
wild
herbs
that
were
so
much
counted
upon
to
ease
their
winter
ails.
“Well,
dear,”
she
said
sorrowfully,
“I've
took
great
advantage
o'
your
bein'
here.
I
ain't
had
such
a
season
for
years,
but
I
have
never
had
nobody
I
could
so
trust.
All
you
lack
is
a
few
qualities,
but
with
time
you'd
gain
judgment
an'
experience,
an'
be
very
able
in
the
business.
I'd
stand
right
here
an'
say
it
to
anybody.”
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