Part 5 (2/2)

she said at last, with grateful emphasis. ”It's everything I planned to have, and a great deal nicer than I could have done it myself, though I thought about it goodness knows how many years!”

”I'm not surprised that you thought about it,” the American answered.

”It was the view you were longing for--fancy its having been cut off so long by that miserable stable! But now you have it in perfection.”

”You mean the view of the garden,” said Prudence. ”There wasn't much to look at before; but now it's real sweet.”

”No; I mean the great landscape all about us here,” responded the American, surprised. She paused. Then seeing that Prudence did not lift her eyes, she began to enumerate its features, to point them out with her folded parasol. ”That broad Umbrian plain, Prudence, with those tall slender trees; the other towns s.h.i.+ning on their hills, like Perugia over there; the gleam of the river; the velvety blue of the mountains; the color of it all--I do believe it is the very loveliest view in the whole world!”

”I don't know as I've ever noticed it much--the view,” Prudence answered. She turned her eyes towards the horizon for a moment. ”You see I was always thinking about my front yard.”

”The front yard is very nice now,” said the American. ”I am so glad you are pleased; we couldn't get s...o...b..a.l.l.s or Missouri currant, so we had to take roses.” She paused; but she could not give up the subject without one more attempt. ”You have probably noticed the view without being aware of it,” she went on; ”it is so beautiful that you must have noticed it. If you should leave it you would find yourself missing it very much, I dare say.”

”Mebbe,” responded Prudence. ”Still, I ain't so sure. The truth is, I don't care much for these Eyetalian views; it seems to me a poor sort of country, and always did.” Then, wis.h.i.+ng to be more responsive to the tastes of this new friend, if she could be so honestly, she added, ”But I like views, as a general thing; there was a very purty view from Sage's Hill, I remember.”

”Sage's Hill?”

”Yes; the hill near Ledham. You told me you knew Ledham. You could see all the fields and medders of Josiah Strong's farm, and Deacon Mayberry's too; perfectly level, and not a stone in 'em. And the turnpike for miles and miles, with three toll-gates in sight. Then, on the other side, there were the factories to make it lively. It was a sweet view.”

A few days afterwards she said: ”People tell us that we never get what we want in this world, don't they? But I'm fortunate. I think I've always been purty fortunate. I got my front yard, after all.”

A week later, when they told her that death was near, ”My! I'd no idea I was so sick as that,” she whispered. Then, looking at them anxiously, ”What'll become of Nounce?”

They a.s.sured her that Nounce should be provided for. ”You know you have to be sorter patient with her,” she explained; ”but she's growing quicker-witted every day.”

Later, ”I should like so much to see Jo Vanny,” she murmured, longingly; ”but of course I can't. You must get Bepper to send him my love, my dearest, dearest love.”

Last of all, as her dulled eyes turned from the little window and rested upon her friend: ”It seems a pity--But perhaps I shall find--”

NEPTUNE'S Sh.o.r.e

I

Old Mrs. Preston had not been able to endure the hotel at Salerno. She had therefore taken, for two months, this house on the sh.o.r.e.

”I might as well be here as anywhere, saddled as I am with the Abercrombies,” she remarked to her cousin, Isabella Holland. ”Arthur may really do something: I have hopes of Arthur. But as to Rose, Hildegarde, and Dorothea, I shall plainly have to drag them about with me, and drag them about with me, year after year, in the hope that the constant seeing of so many straight statues, to say nothing of pictures, may at last teach them to have spines. Here they are now; did you ever see such shoulders, or rather such a lack of them? Hildegarde, child, come here a moment,” she added, as the three girls drew near. ”I have an idea. Don't you think you could _hold_ your shoulders up a little? Try it now; put them up high, as though you were shrugging them; and expand your chest too; you mustn't cramp that. There!--that is what I mean; don't you think, my dear, that you could keep yourself so?”

Hildegarde, with her shoulders elevated and her long chin run out, began to blush painfully, until her milk-white face was dyed red. ”I am afraid I could not keep myself so _long_, aunt,” she answered, in a low voice.

”Never mind; let them down, then: it's of no use,” commented Mrs.

Preston, despairingly. ”Go and dance for twenty-five minutes in the upper hall, all of you. And dance as hard as you can.”

The three girls, moving lifelessly, went down the echoing vaulted corridor. They were sisters, the eldest not quite sixteen, all three having the same lank figures with sloping shoulders and long thin throats, and the same curiously white, milk-white skin. Orphans, they had been sent with their brother Arthur to their aunt, Mrs. Octavia Preston, five years before, having come to her from one of the West India Islands, their former home.

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