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The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
82
“We
were
all
settin'
down
very
proper,
but
Joanna
would
keep
stealin'
glances
at
me
as
if
she
was
glad
I
come.
She
had
but
little
to
say;
she
was
real
polite
an'
gentle,
and
yet
forbiddin'.
The
minister
found
it
hard,”
confessed
Mrs.
Todd;
“he
got
embarrassed,
an'
when
he
put
on
his
authority
and
asked
her
if
she
felt
to
enjoy
religion
in
her
present
situation,
an'
she
replied
that
she
must
be
excused
from
answerin',
I
thought
I
should
fly.
She
might
have
made
it
easier
for
him;
after
all,
he
was
the
minister
and
had
taken
some
trouble
to
come
out,
though
'twas
kind
of
cold
an'
unfeelin'
the
way
he
inquired.
I
thought
he
might
have
seen
the
little
old
Bible
a-layin'
on
the
shelf
close
by
him,
an'
I
wished
he
knew
enough
to
just
lay
his
hand
on
it
an'
read
somethin'
kind
an'
fatherly
'stead
of
accusin'
her,
an'
then
given
poor
Joanna
his
blessin'
with
the
hope
she
might
be
led
to
comfort.
He
did
offer
prayer,
but
'twas
all
about
hearin'
the
voice
o'
God
out
o'
the
whirlwind;
and
I
thought
while
he
was
goin'
on
that
anybody
that
had
spent
the
long
cold
winter
all
alone
out
on
Shell-heap
Island
knew
a
good
deal
more
about
those
things
than
he
did.
I
got
so
provoked
I
opened
my
eyes
and
stared
right
at
him.
“She
didn't
take
no
notice,
she
kep'
a
nice
respectful
manner
towards
him,
and
when
there
come
a
pause
she
asked
if
he
had
any
interest
about
the
old
Indian
remains,
and
took
down
some
queer
stone
gouges
and
hammers
off
of
one
of
her
shelves
and
showed
them
to
him
same's
if
he
was
a
boy.
He
remarked
that
he'd
like
to
walk
over
an'
see
the
shell-heap;
so
she
went
right
to
the
door
and
pointed
him
the
way.
I
see
then
that
she'd
made
her
some
kind
o'
sandal-shoes
out
o'
the
fine
rushes
to
wear
on
her
feet;
she
stepped
light
an'
nice
in
'em
as
shoes.”
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