reader and Laurence Marsh as he stood in that home confronted by Evangeline Allen Piddock and her household. I hadn't told her who I had sent for, not havin' seen her that mornin', so he see 'em all in a state of nater as it were.
Yes, I will hold up a thick, heavy curtain with Josiah's help, for I don't want the reader to see Laurence Marshes face as he looked about him in the parlor and up by my bedside—such a bedside! His face, as he measured out the medicine, wuz, as Mr. Byron sez, "a scroll on which unutterable thoughts wuz traced." But, amidst all his perturbations of mind and wrecks of airy castles and dreams, nothin' could prevent him from bein' a good doctor, though owin' to a urgent hurry, a case of life and death, he said, he had to return to Jonesville immegiately, which he did.
But I felt so much better after takin' the tablets twice every half hour that we started home a little after leven.
It seemed to me that home never seemed so good, so dear, and so clean to me in my hull life before, and what added to my perfect enjoyment, jest as we set down to a delicious supper, cooked by my own hands, one of the singles brought over a note to me from Marion. It wuz a invitation to her weddin', which wuz to take place the next week.
