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Mrs. William Trimble and Miss Rebecca Wright were driving along Hampden east road, one afternoon in early spring. Their progress was slow. Mrs. Trimble’s sorrel horse was old and stiff, and the wheels were clogged by clay mud. The frost was not yet out of the ground, although the snow was nearly gone, except in a few places on the north side of the woods, or where it had drifted all winter against a length of fence.

“There must be a good deal o’ snow to the nor’ard of us yet,” said weather-wise Mrs. Trimble. “I feel it in the air; ’tis more than the ground-damp. We ain’t goin’ to have real nice weather till the up-country snow’s all gone.”

“I heard say yesterday that there was good sleddin’ yet, all up through Parsley,” responded Miss Wright. “I shouldn’t like to live in them northern places. My cousin Ellen’s husband was a Parsley man, an’ he was obliged, as you may have heard, to go up north to his father’s second wife’s funeral; got back day before yesterday. ‘T was about twenty-one miles, an’ they started on wheels; but when they’d gone nine or ten miles, they found ‘t was no sort o’ use, an’ left their wagon an’ took a sleigh. The man that owned it charged ’em four an’ six, too. I shouldn’t have thought he would; they told him they was goin’ to a funeral; an’ they had their own buffaloes an’ everything.”

“Well, I expect it’s a good deal harder scratchin’, up that way; they have to git money where they can; the farms is very poor as you go north,” suggested Mrs. Trimble kindly. “‘T ain’t none too rich a country where we be, but I’ve always been grateful I wa’n’t born up to Parsley.”

The old horse plodded along, and the sun, coming out from the heavy spring clouds, sent a sudden shine of light along the muddy road. Sister Wright drew her large veil forward over the high brim of her bonnet. She was not used to driving, or to being much in the open air; but Mrs. Trimble was an active business woman, and looked after her own affairs herself, in all weathers. The late Mr. Trimble had left her a good farm, but not much ready money, and it was often said that she was better off in the end than if he had lived. She regretted his loss deeply, however; it was impossible for her to speak of him, even to intimate friends, without emotion, and nobody had ever hinted that this emotion was insincere. She was most warm-hearted and generous, and in her limited way played the part of Lady Bountiful in the town of Hampden.

“Why, there’s where the Bray girls lives, ain’t it?” she exclaimed, as, beyond a thicket of witch-hazel and scrub-oak, they came in sight of a weather-beaten, solitary farmhouse. The barn was too far away for thrift or comfort, and they could see long lines of light between the shrunken boards as they came nearer. The fields looked both stony and sodden. Somehow, even Parsley itself could be hardly more forlorn.

“Yes’m,” said Miss Wright, “that’s where they live now, poor things. I know the place, though I ain’t been up here for years. You don’t suppose, Mis’ Trimble–I ain’t seen the girls out to meetin’ all winter. I’ve re’lly been covetin'”–

“Why, yes, Rebecca, of course we could stop,” answered Mrs. Trimble heartily. “The exercises was over earlier ‘n I expected, an’ you’re goin’ to remain over night long o’ me, you know. There won’t be no tea till we git there, so we can’t be late. I’m in the habit o’ sendin’ a basket to the Bray girls when any o’ our folks is comin’ this way, but I ain’t been to see ’em since they moved up here. Why, it must be a good deal over a year ago. I know ‘t was in the late winter they had to make the move. ‘T was cruel hard, I must say, an’ if I hadn’t been down with my pleurisy fever I’d have stirred round an’ done somethin’ about it. There was a good deal o’ sickness at the time, an’–well, ‘t was kind o’ rushed through, breakin’ of ’em up, an’ lots o’ folks blamed the selec’men; but when ‘t was done, ‘t was done, an’ nobody took holt to undo it. Ann an’ Mandy looked same’s ever when they come to meetin’, ‘long in the summer,–kind o’ wishful, perhaps. They’ve always sent me word they was gittin’ on pretty comfortable.”