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Kate Douglas Wiggin: Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm28. XXVIII. "TH' INEVITABLE YOKE" (continued)They moved into one of the quiet side pews, where Hannah and her husband and John joined them. From time to time some straggling acquaintance or old schoolmate would come up to congratulate Rebecca and ask why she had hidden herself in a corner. Then some member of the class would call to her excitedly, reminding her not to be late at the picnic luncheon, or begging her to be early at the class party in the evening. All this had an air of unreality to Rebecca. In the midst of the happy excitement of the last two days, when "blushing honors" had been falling thick upon her, and behind the delicious exaltation of the morning, had been the feeling that the condition was a transient one, and that the burden, the struggle, the anxiety, would soon loom again on the horizon. She longed to steal away into the woods with dear old John, grown so manly and handsome, and get some comfort from him. Meantime Adam Ladd and Mr. Cobb had been having an animated conversation. "I s'pose up to Boston, girls like that one are as thick as blackb'ries?" uncle Jerry said, jerking his head interrogatively in Rebecca's direction. "They may be," smiled Adam, taking in the old man's mood; "only I don't happen to know one." "My eyesight bein' poor 's the reason she looked han'somest of any girl on the platform, I s'pose?" "There's no failure in my eyes," responded Adam, "but that was how the thing seemed to me!" "What did you think of her voice? Anything extry about it?" "Made the others sound poor and thin, I thought." "Well, I'm glad to hear your opinion, you bein' a traveled man, for mother says I'm foolish 'bout Rebecky and hev been sence the fust. Mother scolds me for spoilin' her, but I notice mother ain't fur behind when it comes to spoilin'. Land! it made me sick, thinkin' o' them parents travelin' miles to see their young ones graduate, and then when they got here hevin' to compare 'em with Rebecky. Good-by, Mr. Ladd, drop in some day when you come to Riverboro." This is page 194 of 215. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm at Amazon.com
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