St Nicholas [serial] . E. 521 ther to leave the house to which she had come1 bride full sixty years before, and to dwell withm in their distant homes. Her reply was always,lere I have lived, and here I will die ! liiiVnd now!—this was the sorrowful thought ofministers wife as she saw from the window thenes already bursting through the roof. Sheted to look but one moment. Then she hurried ;:k to her restless and impatient husband, to ijse eager questions she replied :There is no hope of saving it. I 11 go over, if only go ! he said, again and again, as he movedrestlessly about, now resting his
St Nicholas [serial] . E. 521 ther to leave the house to which she had come1 bride full sixty years before, and to dwell withm in their distant homes. Her reply was always,lere I have lived, and here I will die ! liiiVnd now!—this was the sorrowful thought ofministers wife as she saw from the window thenes already bursting through the roof. Sheted to look but one moment. Then she hurried ;:k to her restless and impatient husband, to ijse eager questions she replied :There is no hope of saving it. I 11 go over, if only go ! he said, again and again, as he movedrestlessly about, now resting his poulticed andclumsy foot upon a chair, now holding it down tillits painful throbbing warned him to raise it again;now submitting to have it incased in the blanketwhich Thirza remembered to fetch him, and thenallowing it to drop on the floor, as he hurried backto the window. Seth and Simon were gone, to help if they could ;if not, to look on. Thirza would have gone butfor the notion that she was taking care of father,. 11 lie still, and see if I can help to comfort lidmother Willoughby. I cant bear to think 1. she will feel. was dressed very soon, and calling up theren, and charging them to dress themselves -lly before they came down-stairs to see, she iiway. lerybody disobeyed her instantly, and Half-clad, shoeless, stockingless, theyed down-stairs and crowded about the studynws. Wrapped in his dressing-gown, the min-hobbled, leaning on his crutch, from one win-:o another, lamenting his 11 think I might come ! Oh, if I could who might seriously injure himself, in his distressand excitement, if she left him. Why-e-e ! what will Grandmother Willoughbydo if her house burns all up ? said Pattikin, stand-ing on one foot, and trying to pull on a stockingand keep her eyes on the burning house at thesame time ; and the minister answered with a groan. The blows of the axes, cutting away the shedsthat the barn might be saved, resounded on thestill nigh
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