But it is a lonesome life I am living--and it's kind of
natural for a woman to think kindly of some man; and the squire is a
real good fellow, and, to save me, I can't help wishing he would
speak, and be done with it.
"This valentine may be for my good luck, after all," Miss Henrietta's
thoughts were swift now, planning for the future; her feet kept pace
with them, and before she knew it, she was at her own door.
"Why, aunty, how handsome you do look! your cheeks are as rosy as our
apples," said Etta.
"Is that such a rarity, you should make so much of it?" answered Miss
Henrietta.
"No, indeed, aunty, I only hope I may ever be as good looking as you
are always. Did you get your yarn and tea?"
"Land! if I hain't forgot them! You see, child, the wind is blowing
rather fresh, and I was anxious to get back," she answered her niece;
but said to herself, "Henrietta Mayfield, I am ashamed on you to let
any man drive your senses away."
"Never mind, Ettie; you can go over and spend the afternoon with
Jessie Jones, and then get the things for me," she continued, glad of
an excuse to get Etta away.
Miss Henrietta was very particular with her toilet that afternoon, and
truly the result was encouraging.
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