HULDAH THE PROPHETESS
Jennie twice, in a little stretch of wood road that fell in opportunely with his mood of silent penitence.
About two o’clock clouds began to gather in the sky, and there was a muttering of thunder. Pitt endured all the signs of a shower with such fortitude as he could command, and did not put up the buggy-top or unstrap the boot until the rain came down in good earnest.
“Who’d have suspicioned this kind of weather?” he growled as he got the last strap into place and shook the water from his new straw hat.
“I was afraid of it, but I did n’t like to speak out,” said Jennie primly; “they say it gen’ally does rain Saturdays.”
Meanwhile Huldah lay in the spare room at the back of the house and sobbed quietly. Mrs. Rumford and the skeptical Jimmy had gone to Old Orchard, and Huldah had slipped out of the front door, tacked the obtrusive placard on the gate-post, and closed
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