Then about that time come her own
lover an' the trouble with HIM. After that she shut up like an
oyster an' wouldn't have nothin' ter do with nobody fur a spell.
Her heart jest seemed to turn bitter at the core."
"Yes, I know. I've heard about that now," rejoined Nancy; "an'
that's why you could 'a' knocked me down with a feather when I
see HIM at the door--him, what she hain't spoke to for years! But
I let him in an' went an' told her."
"What did she say?" Old Tom held his breath suspended.
"Nothin'--at first. She was so still I thought she hadn't heard;
and I was jest goin' ter say it over when she speaks up quiet
like: 'Tell Mr. Pendleton I will be down at once.' An' I come
an' told him. Then I come out here an' told you," finished Nancy,
casting another backward glance toward the house.
"Humph!" grunted Old Tom; and fell to work again.
In the ceremonious "parlor" of the Harrington homestead, Mr. John
Pendleton did not have to wait long before a swift step warned
him of Miss Polly's coming.
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