Her care for her since her sickness was
such as a daughter might give to a beloved and invalid mother. It was an
attention such as the lonely old lady had never enjoyed in her life, or
looked for, and would have been most grateful to have had from any one,
but how much more from Ida!
The village street was a rarely romantic promenade on moonlight evenings,
and the twanging of Paul's guitar was often heard till after midnight
from the meeting-house steps, which were a favourite resort with the
lovers. Those steps, in the Hilton of Miss Ludington's girlhood, had been
a very popular locality with sentimental couples, and she well remembered
certain short-lived romances of Ida's first life on earth with which they
had been associated. One night, when the young people had lingered there
later than usual, Miss Ludington put on her shawl and stepped across the
green to warn them that it was time for even lovers to be abed.
As she approached, Paul was seated on the lower step, touching his
guitar, and facing Ida, who sat on the step above leaning back against a
pillar.
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