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Mrs. Tree
Mrs. Tree
CHAPTER I.
WEDDING BELLS
"Well, they're gone!" said Direxia Hawkes.
"H'm!" said Mrs. Tree.
Direxia had been to market, and, it was to be supposed, had brought home, beside the chops and the soup-piece, all the information the village afforded. She had now, after putting away her austere little bonnet and cape, brought a china basin, and a mystic assortment of white cloths, and was polishing the window-panes, which did not need polishing. From time to time she glanced at her mistress, who sat bolt upright in her chair, engaged on a severe-looking piece of knitting. Mrs. Tree detested knitting, and it was always a bad sign when she put away her book and took up the needles.
"Yes'm; they're gone. I see 'em go. Ithuriel Butters drove 'em over to the Junction; come in yesterday o' purpose, and put up his team at Doctor Stedman's. Ithuriel thinks a sight of Doctor Strong. Yes'm; folks was real concerned to see him go, and her too. They made a handsome couple, if they be both light-complected."
"What are you doing to that window, Direxia Hawkes?" demanded Mrs. Tree, looking up from her knitting with a glittering eye.
"I was cleanin' it."
"I'm glad to hear it. I never should have supposed so from looking at it. Perhaps you'd better let it alone."
"You're a terrible tedious woman to live with, Mis' Tree!" said Direxia.
"You're welcome to go any minute," replied Mrs. Tree.
"Yes'm," said Direxia. "What kind of sauce would you like for tea?"