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What brought up the subject I do not nowremember, but that evening Mrs. Morton persisted in talking about ClaraHague. She spoke of their childhood, of the old homestead, of thenutting, the applepicking, the cidermaking, and the hundred otheroccupations and amusements of their young life. She had a vivid power of description, and a charming simplicity in herchoice of words, that entertained even me; but I could see Mr. Redfieldwas troubled. He moved restlessly on the lounge, and once drew a shawlover his face. At last she touched on the shoestore, its doleful decayand downfall, and the years the unhappy woman had struggled on. At thishe started to go; but there was something in her manner that detainedhim. Her tone had been light and chatty before; and, though she spokewith proper gravity, it was sprightly rather than earnest. I did notnotice any striking change; and yet it seemed suddenly to assume thegentle impressiveness one sometimes fancies we should hear from thepulpit. Whatever be her troubles, Clara has been a good sister to you. You werethe youngest; and a puny little fellow you were then, with all yourgreatness. Many and many a time, in your quarrels with other boys, haveI seen her get into no end of disgrace for defending you. Do youremember that old log schoolhouse, John and our dinners under thetrees What baskets of berries and bags of nuts we gathered in thosewoods Do you remember the little run we used to cross, and the fish youcaught in the pool





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