Quabbin; the story of a small town with outlooks upon Puritan life . PATIENT EMILY 55 fields, or the softly rounded hilltops. Scenery with itsphrases, its sentiment, and associations, had not beenimported. Nobody in Quabbin had heard of such athing. A flower was pooty, a tree might be hahn-some, but what was a landscape t For a while Georges talk turned upon the pastharvest, — the yield of corn and rye, and of potatoes,pumpkins, and apples. After a long pause he said, Ther* aint nothin much livelier than a sleigh-ride ona fine day, when thers good compny an good teams. *An the bells ringin all
Quabbin; the story of a small town with outlooks upon Puritan life . PATIENT EMILY 55 fields, or the softly rounded hilltops. Scenery with itsphrases, its sentiment, and associations, had not beenimported. Nobody in Quabbin had heard of such athing. A flower was pooty, a tree might be hahn-some, but what was a landscape t For a while Georges talk turned upon the pastharvest, — the yield of corn and rye, and of potatoes,pumpkins, and apples. After a long pause he said, Ther* aint nothin much livelier than a sleigh-ride ona fine day, when thers good compny an good teams. *An the bells ringin all together, said his partner,sound sunthin like Miss Grants planner. * But its the compny Emly ; I go aout in a sleighbaout every day, but, when Im alone, I dont mindnothin baout the bells. But naow — and withoutfinishing the sentence he settled a little nearer, lookedat the girl over his shoulder, and said, * Enjoyin yer-self, Emly t There was a faint affirmative that sounded like ablissful sigh. Hope taint the las time ! said George withsignificant emphasis.
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