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“Yes, sir,” he said, “Nancy has had it very hard, but she’s the life o’ the neighborhood yet. For excellent judgment I never see her equal. Why, once the board o’ selec’men took trouble to meet right there in her room off the kitchen, when they had to make some responsible changes in layin’ out the school deestricts. She was the best teacher they ever had, a master good teacher; fitted a boy for Bowdoin College all except his Greek, that last season before she was laid aside from sickness. She took right holt to bear it the best she could, and begun to study on what kind o’ things she could do. First she used to make out to knit, a-layin’ there, for the store, but her hands got crippled up with the rest of her; ‘t is the wust kind o’ rheumatics there is. She had me go round to the neighborin’ schools and say that if any of the child’n was backward an slow with their lessons to send ’em up to her. Now an’ then there’d be one, an’ at last she’d see to some class there wasn’t time for: an’ here year before last the town voted her fifty dollars a year for her services. What do you think of that?”

Aldis manifested his admiration, but he could not help wishing that he had not seemed to forget so pleasant an old acquaintance, and above all wished that he had not seemed to take part in nature’s great scheme to defraud her. She had begun life with such distinct rights and possibilities.

“I tell you she was the most cut up to have to stop dancin’,” said Mr. Gale gayly, “but she held right on to that, same as to other things. ‘I can’t dance myself,’ she says, ‘so I’m goin’ to make other folks.’ You see right before you how she’s kep’ her word, Mr. Aldis? What always pleased her the most, from a child, was dancin’. Folks talked to her some about letting her mind rove on them light things when she appeared to be on a dyin’ bed. ‘David, he danced afore the Lord,’ she’d tell ’em, an’ her eyes would snap so, they didn’t like to say no more.”

Aldis laughed, the old man himself was so cheerful.

“Well, sir, she made ’em keep right on with the old dancin’-school she always took such part in (I guess ‘t was goin’, wa’n’t it, that fall you stopped here?); but she sent out for all the child’n she could get and learnt ’em their manners. She can see right out into the kitchen from where she is, an’ she has ’em make their bows an’ take their steps till they get ’em right an’ feel as good as anybody. There’s boys an’ girls comin’ an’ goin’ two or three times a week in the afternoon. It don’t seem to be no hardship: there ain’t no such good company for young or old as Nancy.”

“She’ll be dreadful glad to see you,” the proud father ended his praises. “Oh, she’s never forgot that good time she had up to Boston. You an’ all your folks couldn’t have treated her no better, an’ you give her her heart’s desire, you did so! She’s never done talkin’ about that pretty dancin’-school with all them lovely little child’n, an’ everybody so elegant and pretty behaved. She’d always wanted to see such a lady as your aunt was. I don’t know but she’s right: she always maintains that when folks has good manners an’ good hearts the world is their ‘n, an’ she was goin’ to do everything she could to keep young folks from feelin’ hoggish an’ left out.”

Tom walked out toward the farm in the bright moonlight with Mr. Gale, and promised to call as early the next day as possible. They followed the old shore path, with the sea on one side and the pointed firs on the other, and parted where Nancy’s light could be seen twinkling on the hill.