ure you have a _great_ deal of influence," said the
elder Miss Snow.
"A great _deal_ of influence," responded the next in years.
"Yes, indeed," echoed the youngest.
Mr. Snow established the bridge again, by bringing his fingers
together,--whether to keep out the flattery that thus came like a subtle
balm to his heart, or to keep in the self-complacency which had been
engendered, was not apparent.
He smiled, looking benevolently out upon the group, and said: "Oh, you
women are so hasty, so hasty, so hasty! I had not said that I would not
interfere. Indeed, I had pretty much made up my mind to do so. But I
wanted you in advance to see things as they air. It may be that
something can be done, and it certainly will be a great satisfaction to
me if I can be the humble instrument for the accomplishment of a
reform."
"And you will go to the meeting? and you will speak?" said Miss
Butterworth, eagerly.
"Yes!" and Mr. Snow looked straight into Miss Butterworth's tearful
eyes, and smiled.
"The Lord add His blessing, and to His name be all the praise!
Good-night!" said Miss Butterworth, rising and making for the door.
"Dear," said Mrs. Snow, springing and catching her by the arm, "don't
you think you ought to put on something more? It's very chilly
to-night."
"Not a rag. I'm hot. I believe I should roast if I had on a feather
more."
"Wouldn't you like Mr. Snow to go home with you? He can go just as well
as not," insisted Mrs. Snow.
"Certainly, just as well as not," repeated the elder Miss Snow, followed
by the second with: "as well as not," and by the third with: "and be
glad to do it."
"No--no--no--no"--to each. "I can get along better without him, and I
don't mean to give him a chance to take back what he has said."
Miss Butterworth ran down the steps, the whole family standing in the
open door, with Mr. Snow, in his glasses, behind his good-natured,
cackling flock, thoroughly glad that his protective services were deemed
of so small value by the brave little tailoress.
Then Miss Butterworth could see the moon and the stars. Then she could
see how beautiful the night was. Then she became conscious of the
everlasting roar of the cataracts, and of the wreaths of mist that they
sent up into the crisp evening air. To the fear of anything in
Sevenoaks, in the day or in the night, she was a stranger; so, with a
light heart, talking and humming to herself, she went by the silent
mill, the noisy dram-sh
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