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gave a mighty stretch, one of those enjoyable lengthenings-out which belong only to the healthy fatigue of country life. When I drew myself in again, I was surprised to see Roxana’s features working, and her rough hands trembling, as she held the battered setting.
    â€œIt was mine,” she said; “my dear old cameo breastpin that Abby gave me when I was married. I saved it and saved it, and wouldn’t sell it, no matter how low we got, for someway it seemed to tie me to home and baby’s grave. I used to wear it when I had baby—I had neck-ribbons then; we had things like other folks, and on Sundays we went to the old meeting-house on the green. Baby is buried there—O baby, baby!” and the voice broke into sobs.
    â€œYou lost a child?” I said, pitying the sorrow which was, which must be, so lonely, so unshared.
    â€œYes. O baby! baby!” cried the woman, in a wailing tone. “It was a little boy, gentlemen, and it had curly hair, and could just talk a word or two; its name was Ethan, after father, but we all called it Robin. Father was mighty proud of Robin, and mother, too. It died, gentlemen, my baby died, and I buried it in the old churchyard near the thorn-tree. But still I thought to stay there always along with mother and the girls; I never supposed anything else, until Samuel began to see visions. Then, everything was different, and everybody against us; for, you see, I would marry Samuel, and when he left off working, and began to talk to the spirits, the folks all said, ‘I told yer so, Maria Ann!’ Samuel wasn’t of Maine stock exactly: his father was a sailor, and ’twas suspected that his mother was some kind of an East-Injia woman, but no one knew. His father died and left the boy on the town, so he lived round from house to house until he got old enough to hire out. Then he came to our farm, and there he stayed. He had wonderful eyes, Samuel had, and he had a way with him—well, the long and short of it was, that I got to thinking about him, and couldn’t think of anything else. The folks didn’t like it at all, for, you see, there was Adam Rand, who had a farm of his own over the hill; but I never could bear Adam Rand. The worst of it was, though, that Samuel never so much as looked at me, hardly. Well, it got to be the second year, and Susan, my younger sister, married Adam Rand. Adam, he thought he’d break up my nonsense, that’s what they called it, and so he got a good place for Samuel away down in Connecticut, and Samuel said he’d go, for he was always restless, Samuelwas. When I heard it, I was ready to lie down and die. I ran out into the pasture and threw myself down by the fence like a crazy woman. Samuel happened to come by along the lane, and saw me; he was always kind to all the dumb creatures, and stopped to see what was the matter, just as he would have stopped to help a calf. It all came out then, and he was awful sorry for me. He sat down on the top bar of the fence and looked at me, and I sat on the ground a-crying with my hair down, and my face all red and swollen.
    â€œâ€˜I never thought to marry, Maria Ann,’ says he.
    â€œâ€˜O, please do, Samuel,’ says I, ‘I’m a real good housekeeper, I am, and we can have a little land of our own, and everything nice—’
    â€œâ€˜But I wanted to go away. My father was a sailor,’ he began, a-looking away off toward the ocean.
    â€œâ€˜O, I can’t stand it,—I can’t stand it,’ says I, beginning to cry again. Well, after that he ’greed to stay at home and marry me, and the folks they had to give in to it when they saw how I felt. We were married on Thanksgiving day, and I wore a pink delaine, purple neck-ribbon, and this very breastpin that sister Abby gave me,—it cost four dollars, and came ’way from Boston. Mother kissed me, and said she hoped I’d be happy.
    â€œâ€˜Of course I