CHAPTER I.

THE GILBERTS.

The spring following Carrie Howard’s death Rice Corner was thrown into a commotion by the astounding fact that Captain Howard was going out West, and had sold his farm to a gentleman from the city, whose wife “kept six servants, wore silk all the time, never went inside of the kitchen, never saw a churn, breakfasted at ten, dined at three, and had supper the next day!”

Such was the story which Mercy Jenkins detailed to us early one Monday morning, and then, eager to communicate so desirable a piece of news to others of her acquaintance, she started off, stopping for a moment as she passed the wash-room to see if Sally’s clothes “wan’t kinder dingy and yaller.”  As soon as she was gone the astonishment of our household broke forth, grandma wondering why Captain Howard wanted to go to the ends of the earth, as she designated Chicago, their place of destination, and what she should do without Aunt Eunice, who, having been born on grandma’s wedding day, was very dear to her, and then her age was so easy to keep.  But the best of friends must part, and when at Mrs. Howard’s last tea-drinking with us I saw how badly they all felt, and how many tears were shed, I firmly resolved never to like anybody but my own folks, unless, indeed, I made an exception in favor of Tom Jenkins, who so often drew me to school on his sled, and who made such comical-looking jack-o’-lanterns out of the big yellow pumpkins.

In reply to the numerous questions concerning Mr. Gilbert, the purchaser of their farm, Mrs. Howard could only reply that he was very wealthy and had got tired of living in the city; adding, further, that he wore a “monstrous pair of musquitoes,” had an evil-looking eye, four children, smoked cigars, and was a lawyer by profession.  This last was all grandma wanted to know about him—­“that told the whole story,” for there never was but one decent lawyer, and that was Mr. Evelyn, Cousin Emma’s husband.  Dear old lady! when, a few years ago, she heard that I, her favorite grandchild, was to marry one of the craft, she made another exception in his favor, saying that “if he wasn’t all straight, Mary would soon make him so!”

Within a short time after Aunt Eunice’s visit she left Rice Corner, and on the same day wagon-load after wagon-load of Mr. Gilbert’s furniture passed our house, until Sally declared “there was enough to keep a tavern, and she didn’t see nothin’ where they’s goin to put it,” at the same time announcing her intention of “running down there after dinner, to see what was going on.”

It will be remembered that Sally was now a married woman—­“Mrs. Michael Welsh;” consequently, mother, who lived with her instead of her living with mother, did not presume to interfere with her much, though she hinted pretty strongly that she “always liked to see people mind their own affairs.”  But Sally was incorrigible.  The dinner dishes were washed with a whew, I was coaxed into sweeping the back room—­which I did, leaving the dirt under the broom behind the door—­while Mrs. Welsh, donning a pink calico, blue shawl, and bonnet trimmed with dark green, started off on her prying excursion, stopping by the roadside where Mike was making fence, and keeping him, as grandma said, “full half an hour by the clock from his work.”