Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 44: what you’re looking at

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44 THE BEAUTY OF WILLARD’S MILL. dresses,” as he said, and feathers in great variety, which he instructed them how to make into fans. But the achievement on which he prided himself, was the manufacture of a plume of real grace and beauty, from the downy, grayish-brown feathers which the wild turkey casts from its wings and breast. This plume he fastened in a tasteful manner on the brim of Minnie’s straw hat, and was rewarded for his suecess by the evident shy pride with which she regarded her new ornament. With all these new and pleasant occupations, the fawn was fast becoming transformed to a happy, busy woman. “ What is the reason,” asked Mrs. Willard, one evening, as Minnie bent absorbed over her drawing, “that I hear no more about going to school ?” “T think I am going to school every day,” answered Min- nie, “and I am satisfied with my master!” As she raised her beaming eyes, full of gratitude, pure and artless, to her mother’s face, they encountered a look so expressive and inquiring, that they fell before it in confusion ; and she knew by a new-born instinct that she had said something which might be misunderstood. GHAPTER VI. MRS, GLEASON FEELS “ ONEASY.” One of the diversions of the cousins was to ride down to Frank’s on the ox-wagon, when the men went to the woods for logs, and, mounting the log on the return, ride home again. In these frequent visits of an hour, Constance had become quite at home with Frank’s wife and mother-in-law. With her the latter was a favorite friend—as she was, indeed, with the whole population of the “ bottom,” for she was the universal counselor, nurse, and care-taker—an office which, though not remunerative in a pecuniary sense, lays up for the holder a goodly share of those riches which “moth doth not corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal.” comliclooks.conn