"I s'pose she's dretful riled to think it's all 'round bout her goin
over to the Hamlins las' week an she thort she'd jess let folks see
she was as proud as ever. Land! How red he was! I felt reel bad for
him, and such a nice bow ez he made, jess like any gentleman!"
"I callate Jerushy wouldn't a been so hard on him," jealously
snickered a young farmer sitting by the young woman who last spoke.
"No, I wouldn't," she said, turning sharply to him. "I s'pose ye thort
I wasn't no judge o' hansome men, cause I let you keep kumpny with
me." There was nothing more from that quarter.
But what is it they are talking about anyway? Why, simply this: In
front of the meeting-house, as they came out from the service, Perez
met Desire face to face. All the people were standing around, talking
and waiting to see the great folks get into their carriages to drive
home. Naturally, everybody looked with special interest to see the
meeting of these two whose names gossip had so constantly coupled
during the week. Jonathan was with Desire, and looked fiercely at
Perez, but his fierceness was quite wasted. Perez did not see him. He
took off his hat and bowed to her with an air of the most profound
respect.
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