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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
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“Almiry,”
said
Mrs.
Fosdick,
with
sadness,
“you
may
say
what
you
like,
but
I
am
one
of
nine
brothers
and
sisters
brought
up
on
the
old
place,
and
we're
all
dead
but
me.”
“Your
sister
Dailey
ain't
gone,
is
she?
Why,
no,
Louisa
ain't
gone!”
exclaimed
Mrs.
Todd,
with
surprise.
“Why,
I
never
heard
of
that
occurrence!”
“Yes'm;
she
passed
away
last
October,
in
Lynn.
She
had
made
her
distant
home
in
Vermont
State,
but
she
was
making
a
visit
to
her
youngest
daughter.
Louisa
was
the
only
one
of
my
family
whose
funeral
I
wasn't
able
to
attend,
but
'twas
a
mere
accident.
All
the
rest
of
us
were
settled
right
about
home.
I
thought
it
was
very
slack
of
'em
in
Lynn
not
to
fetch
her
to
the
old
place;
but
when
I
came
to
hear
about
it,
I
learned
that
they'd
recently
put
up
a
very
elegant
monument,
and
my
sister
Dailey
was
always
great
for
show.
She'd
just
been
out
to
see
the
monument
the
week
before
she
was
taken
down,
and
admired
it
so
much
that
they
felt
sure
of
her
wishes.”
“So
she's
really
gone,
and
the
funeral
was
up
to
Lynn!”
repeated
Mrs.
Todd,
as
if
to
impress
the
sad
fact
upon
her
mind.
“She
was
some
years
younger
than
we
be,
too.
I
recollect
the
first
day
she
ever
came
to
school;
'twas
that
first
year
mother
sent
me
inshore
to
stay
with
aunt
Topham's
folks
and
get
my
schooling.
You
fetched
little
Louisa
to
school
one
Monday
mornin'
in
a
pink
dress
an'
her
long
curls,
and
she
set
between
you
an'
me,
and
got
cryin'
after
a
while,
so
the
teacher
sent
us
home
with
her
at
recess.”
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