Jeminy. While he
laid open before her the great books of the past, illuminating their
pages with his knowledge and reflections, she listened with an air of
tranquil pleasure. She counted the stitches on her sewing, and
answered "sakes alive," in the pauses.
One day in April she put on her best dress, and took the stage to
Milford. When she came home again, in the evening, she brought with
her a decorated shell for her friend. But it happened that Thomas Frye
also came home from Milford, by the same stage. That was what Mrs.
Grumble was waiting for. "Now she's at it again," said Mrs. Grumble.
"She's bound to have some one," she declared; "one or another, it's all
the same." And she gazed meaningly at Mr. Jeminy, who started at once
for his den, as though he were looking for something.
Then she was delighted with herself, and retired to the kitchen.
It was useless for Mr. Jeminy to retreat to his den. For sooner or
later, Mrs. Grumble always found something to do there. She would come
in with her broom and her mop, and look around.
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