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The Cot And The Rill
by [?]

“As I went away Baxter called my attention to the gate at the entrance of our road. It was of light iron, and it could be opened into a clump of bushes where it was not likely to be noticed. ‘If this gate is locked,’ said I, ‘it might make trouble; it may be necessary for some one to go in or out.’

“‘Oh,’ said Baxter, ‘I have provided for all that. You know Baldwin, who used to superintend your Lake George gardens? I have put him in charge of this gate, and have lodged him in a tent over there in the woods. He will know who to let in.’

“On Monday morning Anita rose very early, and was dressed and ready for breakfast before I woke. The day was a fine one, and her spirits were high. ‘You have not the slightest idea,’ she said, ‘how I am going to surprise you when we get to the cot.’ I told her I had no doubt her surprise would be very pleasant, and there I let the matter drop. Soon after breakfast we drove over to the cot, this time with a coachman on the box. When we arrived at the gate, which was open and out of sight, I proposed to Anita that she should send the carriage back and walk to the cot.

“‘Good,’ said she; ‘I do not want to see a carriage for two weeks.’

“I have not time to speak of Anita’s delight at everything she saw. She was amazed that plain people such as I had told her owned the house should have lived in such a simple, natural way. ‘Everything exactly suits everything else,’ she said. ‘And it is all so cheap and plain. There is absolutely nothing that does not suit a cot.’ She was wild with excitement, and ran about like a girl; and when I followed her into the garden, which I had not seen, I found her in one of the box-bordered paths, clapping her hands. The place was indeed very pretty, filled with old-fashioned flowers and herbs and hop-poles, and all sorts of country plants and blossoms.

“At last we returned to the house. ‘Now, Anita,’ said I, ‘we are here in our little cot–‘

“‘Where we are going to be as happy as two kittens,’ she interrupted.

“‘And as I want everything to suit you,’ I continued, ‘I am going to leave the whole matter of the domestic arrangements in your hands. You have seen the house, and you will know what will be necessary to do. Mention what servants you want, and I will send for them.’

“‘First tell me,’ said Anita, ‘what you did with the people who were here? You said there were three of them.’

“I could not very well answer this question, for I did not know exactly what Baxter had done with them. I was inclined to think, however, that he had sent them to the hotel until arrangements could be made for them to go somewhere else. But I was able to assure Anita that they had gone away.

“‘Good,’ said she. ‘I have been thinking about them, and I was afraid they might find some reason or other to stay about the place, and that would interfere with my plans. And now I will tell you what servants I want. I don’t want any. I am going to do the work of this house myself. Now don’t open your mouth so wide. There is nothing to frighten you in what I have said. I am thirty-two years old, and although I am not very large, I am perfectly strong and healthy, and I cannot imagine anything in this world that would give me more pleasure than to live in this cot with you for two weeks, and to cook our meals and do everything that is necessary to be done. There are thousands and hundreds of thousands of women who do all that and are just as happy as they can be. That is the kind of happiness I have never had, and I want it now.’