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criL', were only just deep enough to soften and shadow her
In the mean time the boys were growing up into young
men. Two or three winters they had been away to the vfl¬
lage academy, returning home and working with their father
through the farming-season. Daniel, the eldest, was like his
mother, a person of good, sound sense and very little romance,
tall, and good-looking. Amos was more like his father, sharp
and shrewd enough, but with an undeveloped amount of fine,
generous feeling and poetic perception added to it. He was
eminently handsome, loo, despite of his brown hands and
sunburnt cheeks. He wore his wammus and straw-hat with
a grace of his own, which nothing could disfigure.
He Avas little Edith's teacher. James was obliged to con¬
fess that Amos could teach the little one her Ha-B, Habs, bet¬
ter than he could. She liked to get out under the shade of a
tree, or upon the broad, top rail of the fence and study be¬
side of Amos. He look her beyond her a-b abs, into reading
and geography, arithmetic and history. He repeated to her
some of the facts of astronomy, learning her to trace the con¬
James fretted more and more as time passed on, and no
harp or piano, no drawing-master, no dancing-master, no silver
forks nor Sevres toflet-sets were to be had for his little lady.
Between James and Amos there was growing up more and
more of a dislike. The boy was too proud to brook the evi¬
dent thought of the old man, that he was not good enough to
associate with his charge. He knew Edith liked him, and
that they had famous limes together.
" Oh, you needn't be taking her off in that style," he said
once, tauntingly ; " she's going to be my wife some time; so
you might as well be letting her get used to me."
" Tour wife! you haudacious young clodhopper, you!
How durst you—you—you—talk so to a Lancaster ?"
" You needn't get out of patience and stutter so. Edith's
promised; haven't you, little one ? I think she wifl make
me a very passable wife, if she keeps on growing pretty so fast."
" Come right straight home, Edith Lancaster, and don't never
speak to that bold, bad, vulgar fellow again. Your father
will be very much displeased when he hears of it"