ehicles on this bright Sunday morning. Uncle Bart and Abel Day with their respective wives on the back seat of the Cole's double wagon were passed by Deacon Baxter and his daughters Waitstill being due at meeting earlier than others by reason of her singing in the choir. The Deacon's one-horse two-wheeled shay could hold three persons with comfort on its broad seat and the twenty-year-old mare although she was always as hollow as a gourd could generally do the mile uphill all the way in half an hour if urged continually and the Deacon be it said if not good at feeding was unsurpassed at urging.Aunt Abby Cole could get only a passing glimpse of Patty in the depths of the shay but a glimpse was always enough for her as her opinion of the girl's charms was considerably affected by the forlorn condition of her son Cephas whom she suspected of being hopelessly in love with the young person aforesaid to whom she commonly alluded as that red-headed bag-gage. Patience Baxter's got the kind of looks that might do well enough at a tavern dance or a husking but they're entirely unsuited to the Sabbath day or the meetin'-house so Aunt Abby remarked to Mrs. Day in the way of backseat confidence. It's unfortunate that a deacon's daughter should be afflicted with that bold style of beauty! Her hair's all but red; in fact you might as well call it red when the sun shines on it: but if she'd ever smack it down with bear's grease she might darken it some; or anyhow she'd make it lay slicker; but it's the kind of hair that just matches that kind of a girl--sort of up an' comin'! Then her skin's so white and her cheeks so pink and her eyes so snappy that she'd attract attention without half trying though I guess she ain't above makin' an effort. She's innocent as a kitten observed Mrs. Day impartially,vans sk8. Oh yes she's innocent enough an' I hope she'll keep so! Waitstill's a sight han'somer if the truth was told; but she's the sort of girl that's made for one man and the rest of em never look at her. The other one's cut out for the crowd the more the merrier,vans skate. She's a kind of man-trap that girl is!--Do urge the horse a little mite Bartholomew! It makes me kind o' hot to be passed by Deacon Baxter,where to buy vans shoes in uk. It's Missionary Sunday too when he gen'ally has rheumatism too bad to come out. I wonder if he ever puts anything into the plate said Mrs. Day. No one ever saw him that I know of. The Deacon keeps the Thou Shalt Not commandments pretty well was Aunt Abby's terse response. I guess he don't put nothin' into the plate but I s'pose we'd ought to be thankful he don't take nothin' out. The Baptists are gettin' ahead faster than they'd ought to up to the Mills. Our minister ain't no kind of a proselyter Seems as if he didn't care how folks got to heaven so long as they got there! The other church is havin' a service this afternoon side o' the river an' I'd kind o' like to go except it would please 'em too much to have a crowd there to see the immersion. They tell me but I don't know how true that that Tillman widder woman that come here from somewhere Related articles:

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