True housewife that Waitstill was, her mind reverted to every
separate crock and canister in her cupboards, every article of
her baking or cooking that reposed on the swing-sheh in the
cellar, thinking how long her father could be comfortable without
her ministrations, and so, how long he would delay before
engaging the u inevitable housekeeper. She revolved the number of
possible persons to whom the position would be offered, and
wished that Mrs. Mason, who so needed help, might be the chosen
one: but the fact of her having been friendly to the Boyntons
would strike her at once from the list.
When she was thankfully eating her breakfast with Mrs. Mason a
little later, and waiting for Ivory to call for them both and
take them to the Boynton farm, she little knew what was going on
at her old home in these very hours, when to tell the truth she
would have liked to slip in, had it been possible, wash the
morning dishes, skim the cream, do the week's churning, make her
father's bed, and slip out again into the dear shelter of love
that awaited her.
The Deacon had passed a good part of the night in scheming and
contriving, and when he drank his self-made cup of muddy coffee
at seven o'clock next morning he had formed several plans that
were to be immediately frustrated, had he known it, by the
exasperating and suspicious nature of the ladies involved in
them.
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