It was the beautifullest prayer I did
ever hear."
"And how did Ellen behave?" said Mrs. Chauncey, when she could
speak.
"She didn't stir, nor make the least motion nor sound, till he
had done, and spoke to her. They stood a little while then,
and Mr. John put the rest of the flowers up there round her
hands and the pillow — Miss Ellen hadn't put more than half a
dozen; — I noticed how he kept hold of Miss Ellen's hand all
the time. I heard her begin to tell him how she didn't finish
the flowers, and he told her — 'I saw it all, Ellie,' he said;
and he said, 'it didn't want finishing.' I wondered how he
should see it, but I suppose he did, however. _I_ understood it
very well. They went away downstairs after that."
"He is beautifully changed," said Mrs. Vawse.
"I don't know, Ma'am," said Margery; "I've heard that said
afore, but I can't say as I ever could see it. He always was
the same to me — always the honourablest, truest, noblest — my
husband says he was a bit fiery, but I never could tell that
the one temper was sweeter than the other; only everybody
always did whatever Mr. John wanted, to be sure; but he was
the perfectest gentleman always."
"I have not seen either Mr. John or Ellen since my mother
came," said Mrs. Chauncey.
"No, Ma'am," said Margery, "they were out reading under the
trees for a long time; and Miss Ellen came in the kitchen way
a little while ago, and went to lie down.
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