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CHAPTER III.
NURSE'S FARM.
"'Twas that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays
Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days;
Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies
From the lips to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes;
And where it most sparkled no glance could discover—
In lip, cheek, or eyes—for she brightened all over."
The exquisite beauty of one of
the long Spring twilights of New
England was slowly fading; the
glowing west was still a sea of
dazzling light and brilliancy; but the amber
and gold which had flushed the pure blue of
the western sky was gradually turning to purple
and crimson, and streaming up in long
penciled rays to the zenith, when Goodwife
Campbell sat at the front window of her
quiet home, silent, and thoughtfully knitting.
But though her active and experienced hands were thus busy, her mind and eyes were not given to the monotonous work which,
