. New chronicles of Rebecca. e suspicions! Fair Emmajane said, So hurtful to love and to me !For if you be living, or if you be dead,I swear, my Abijah, that none in your stead, Shall the husband of Emmajane be ! After ending the third verse Rebecca wheeledaround on the piano-stool and confronted her friend,who was carefully closing the parlor windows : — Emma Jane Perkins, it is an ordinary Thurs-day afternoon at four oclock and you have onyour new blue barege, although there is not evena church sociable in prospect this evening. Whatdoes this mean? Is Abijah the Brave coming atlast? I dont k
. New chronicles of Rebecca. e suspicions! Fair Emmajane said, So hurtful to love and to me !For if you be living, or if you be dead,I swear, my Abijah, that none in your stead, Shall the husband of Emmajane be ! After ending the third verse Rebecca wheeledaround on the piano-stool and confronted her friend,who was carefully closing the parlor windows : — Emma Jane Perkins, it is an ordinary Thurs-day afternoon at four oclock and you have onyour new blue barege, although there is not evena church sociable in prospect this evening. Whatdoes this mean? Is Abijah the Brave coming atlast? I dont know certainly, but it will be some timethis week. And of course youd rather be dressed up andnot seen, than seen when not dressed up. Right,my Fair Emmajane; so would I. Not that it makesany difference to poor me, wearing my fourth bestblack and white calico and expecting nobody. Oh, wel\,j/ou ! Theres something inside of youthat does instead of pretty dresses, cried EmmaJane, whose adoration of her friend had never al-256. IS ABIJAH THE BRAVE COMING AT LAST? ABIJAH THE BRAVE tered nor lessened since they met at the age ofeleven. You know you are as different fromanybody else in Riverboro as a princess in a fairystory. Libby Moses says they would notice you inLowell, Massachusetts! Would they? I wonder, speculated Rebecca,rendered almost speechless by this tribute to hercharms. Well, if Lowell, Massachusetts, could seeme, or if you could see me, in my new lavendermuslin with the violet sash, it would die of envy,and so would you! If I had been going to be envious of you, Re-becca, I should have died years ago. Come, lets goout on the steps where its shady and cool. And where we can see the Perkins front gateand the road running both ways, teased Rebecca,and then, softening her tone, she said : How is itgetting on, Emmy. Tell me whats happenedsince I ve been in Brunswick. Nothing much, confessed Emma Jane. Hewrites to me, but I dont write to him, you dont dare to, till
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