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“I’ve be’n a-lookin’ for the right one a sight o’ years, Hannah Jane. I’ve had a kind o’ notion I should know her right off when I fust see her, but I’m afeared it ain’t goin’ to be that way. I’ve seen a sight o’ nice, smart women, but when the thought o’ you was so impressed on my mind day before yisterday”–

“I’m sorry to disobleege you, but if I have anybody, I’m kind o’ half promised to Elder Fry,” announced Sister Pinkham bravely. “I consider it more on the off side than I did at first. If he’d continued preachin’ I’d favor it more, but I dread havin’ to ‘tend to a growin’ butter business an’ to sense them new machines. ‘T ain’t as if he’d ‘stablished it. I’ve just begun to have things easy; but there, I feel as if I had a lot o’ work left in me, an’ I don’t know’s ‘t is right to let it go to waste. I expect the Elder would preach some, by spells, an’ we could ride about an’ see folks; an’ he’d always be called to funerals, an’ have some variety one way an’ another. I urge him not to quit preachin’.”

“I’d rather he ondertook ‘most anythin’ else,” said Mr. Teaby, rising and trying to find the buttons of his linen duster.

I could see a bitter shade of jealousy cloud his amiable face; but Sister Pinkham looked up at him and laughed. “Set down, set down,” she said. “We ain’t in no great hurry;” and Uncle Teaby relented, and lingered. “I’m all out o’ rose-water for the eyes,” she told him, “an’ if you’ve got a vial o’ lemon left that you’ll part with reasonable, I do’ know but I’ll take that. I’d rather have caught you when you was outward bound; your bag looks kind o’ slim.”

“Everythin’ ‘s fresh-made just before I started, ‘cept the ginger, an’ that I buy, but it’s called the best there is.”

The two sat down and drove a succession of sharp bargains, but finally parted the best of friends. Mr. Teaby kindly recognized my presence from a business point of view, and offered me a choice of his wares at reasonable prices. I asked about a delightful jumping-jack which made its appearance, and wished very much to become the owner, for it was curiously whittled out and fitted together by Mr. Teaby’s own hands. He exhibited the toy to Sister Pinkham and me, to our great pleasure, but scorned to sell such a trifle, it being worth nothing; and beside, he had made it for a little girl who lived two miles farther along the road he was following. I could see that she was a favorite of the old man’s, and said no more about the matter, but provided myself, as recommended, with an ample package of court-plaster, “in case of accident before I got to where I was going,” and a small bottle of smelling-salts, described as reviving to the faculties.

Then we watched Mr. Teaby plod away, a quaint figure, with his large valise nearly touching the ground as it hung slack from his right hand. The greenish-brown duster looked bleak and unseasonable as a cloud went over the sun; it appeared to symbolize the youthful and spring-like hopes of the wearer, decking the autumn days of life.

“Poor creatur’!” said Sister Pinkham. “There, he doos need somebody to look after him.”

She turned to me frankly, and I asked how far he was going.

“Oh, he’ll put up at that little gal’s house an’ git his dinner, and give her the jumpin’-jack an’ trade a little; an’ then he’ll work along the road, callin’ from place to place. He’s got a good deal o’ system, an’ was a smart boy, so that folks expected he was goin’ to make a doctor, but he kind o’ petered out. He’s long-winded an’ harpin’, an’ some folks prays him by if they can; but there, most likes him, an’ there’s nobody would be more missed. He don’t make no trouble for ’em; he’ll take right holt an’ help, and there ain’t nobody more gentle with the sick. Always has some o’ his nonsense over to me.”