lling from above that
brought out the lines of his face so strongly? Cynthia did not know, but
she crossed the room swiftly and sat down beside him.
"What is it, Uncle Jethro?"
"C-Cynthy," he said, putting his hand over hers on the table, "I want
you to do something for me er--for me," he repeated, emphasizing the
last word.
"I'll do anything in the world for you, Uncle Jethro," she answered;
"you know that. What--what is it?"
"L-like Mr. Merrill, don't you?" "Yes, indeed."
"L-like Mrs. Merrill--like the gals--don't you?" "Very much," said
Cynthia, perplexedly.
"Like 'em enough to--to live with 'em a winter?"
"Live with them a winter!"
"C-Cynthy, I want you should stay in Boston this winter and go to a
young ladies' school."
It was out. He had said it, though he never quite knew where he had
found the courage.
"Uncle Jethro!" she cried. She could only look at him in dismay, but the
tears came into her eyes and sparkled.
"You--you'll be happy here, Cynthy. It'll be a change for you. And I
shan't be so lonesome as you'd think. I'll--I'll be busy this winter,
Cynthy."
"You know that I wouldn't leave you, Uncle Jethro," she said
reproachfully. "I should be lonesome, if you wouldn't. You would be
lonesome--you know you would be."
"You'll do this for me, Cynthy. S-said you would, didn't you--said you
would?"
"Why do you want me to do this?"
"W-want you to go to school for a winter, Cynthy. Shouldn't think I'd
done right by you if I didn't."
"But I have been to school. Daddy taught me a lot, and Mr. Satterlee has
taught me a great deal more. I know as much as most girls of my age, and
I will study so hard in Coniston this winter, if that is what you want.
I've never neglected my lessons, Uncle Jethro."
"Tain't book-larnin'--'tain't what you'd get in book larnin' in Boston,
Cynthy."
"What, then?" she asked.
"Well," said Jethro, "they'd teach you to be a lady, Cynthy."
"A lady!"
"Your father come of good people, and--and your mother was a lady. I'm
only a rough old man, Cynthy, and I don't know much about the ways of
fine folks. But you've got it in ye, and I want you should be equal to
the best of 'em: You can. And I shouldn't die content unless I'd felt
that you'd had the chance. Er--Cynthy--will you do it for me?"
She was silent a long while before she turned to him, and then the tears
were running very swiftly down her cheeks.
"Yes, I will do it for you," she answered.
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