"Well, the doctor don't seem to know; but anyhow she 's paralyzed, and she 'll never walk fur again, poor soul! She ain't lost her speech; that 'll be a comfort to her."
Adam left the church, and in crossing the common came upon Miss Maxwell doing the honors of the institution, as she passed from group to group of strangers and guests. Knowing that she was deeply interested in all Rebecca's plans, he told her, as he drew her aside, that the girl would have to leave Wareham for Riverboro the next day.
"That is almost more than I can bear!" exclaimed Miss Maxwell, sitting down on a bench and stabbing the greensward with her parasol. "It seems to me Rebecca never has any respite. I had so many plans for her this next month in fitting her for her position, and now she will settle down to housework again, and to the nursing of that poor, sick, cross old aunt."
"If it had not been for the cross old aunt, Rebecca would still have been at Sunnybrook; and from the standpoint of educational advantages, or indeed advantages of any sort, she might as well have been in the backwoods," returned Adam.
"That is true; I was vexed when I spoke, for I thought an easier and happier day was dawning for my prodigy and pearl."
"Our prodigy and pearl," corrected Adam.
