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Mollycontinuedtobeindustrious。
“Andthat’swhy，“saidMrs。Taylor，“Iwanteverygirlthat’sanythingtometoknowherluckwhenitcomes。ForIwasthatneartellingTaylorIwouldn’t！“
“Ifevermyluckcomes，“saidMolly，withherbacktoherfriend，“Ishallsay’Iwill’atonce。“
“Thenyou’llsayitatBenningtonnextweek。“
Mollywheeledround。
“Why，yousurelywill。Doyouexpecthe’sgoingtostayhere，andyouinBennington？“Andthecampaignersatbackinherchair。
“He？Goodness！Whoishe？“
“Child，child，you’retalkingcrossto-daybecauseyou’reatoutswithyourself。You’vebeenatoutseversinceyoutookthisideaofleavingtheschoolandusandeverythingthisneedlessway。
Youhavenottreatedhimright。Andwhy，Ican’tmakeouttosaveme。Whathaveyoufoundoutallofasudden？Ifhewasnotgoodenoughforyou，I——But，oh，it’saprimeoneyou’relosing，Molly。Whenamanlikethatstaysfaithfultoagirl’spiteallthechanceshegets，herluckiscome。“
“Oh，myluck！Peoplehavedifferentnotionsofluck。“
“Notions！“
“Hehasbeenverykind。“
“Kind！“Andnowwithoutfurthersimmering，Mrs。Taylor’swrathboiledupandpouredcopiouslyoverMollyWood。“Kind！There’sawordyoushouldn’tuse，mydear。Nodoubtyoucanspellit。ButmorethanitsspellingIguessyoudon’tknow。Thechildrencanlearnwhatitmeansfromsomeoftherestofusfolksthatdon’tspellsocorrect，maybe。“
“Mrs。Taylor，Mrs。Taylor——“
“Ican’twait，deary。Sincetheroughnesslooksbiggertoyouthanthediamond，youhadbettergobacktoVermont。Iexpectyou’llfindbettergrammarthere，deary。“
Thegooddamestalkedout，andacrosstoherowncabin，andlefttheangrygirlamongherboxes。Itwasinvainshefelltoworkuponthem。Presentlysomethinghadtobedoneoveragain，andwhenitwastheboxheldseveralchattelslessthanbeforethereadjustment。Sheplayedasortofdesperatedominostofittheseobjectsinthespace，butherewereapaper-weight，aportfolio，withtwowretchedvolumesthatnochinkwouldharbor；andlettingthemfallallatonce，shestraightenedherself，stillstormywithrevolt，eyesandcheeksstillhotfromthestingoflong-parriedtruth。There，onherwallstill，wastheminiature，thelittlesilentancestress；anduponthisfacethegirl’sglancerested。ItwasasifsheappealedtoGrandmotherStarkforsupportandcomfortacrossthehundredyearswhichlaybetweenthem。Sotheflaxengirlonthewallandsheamongtheboxesstoodamomentfacetofaceinseemingcommunion，andthenthedescendantturnedagaintoherwork。Butafteradesultorytouchhereandthereshedrewalongbreathandwalkedtotheopendoor。Whatusewasinfinishingto-day，whenshehadnearlyaweek？Thisfirstspurtoftoilhadsweptthecabinbareofallindwellingcharm，anditslookwaschill。Acrossthelanehishorse，theonehehad“gentled“forher，wasgrazingidly。Shewalkedthereandcaughthim，andledhimtohergate。Mrs。Taylorsawhergoin，andsooncomeoutinriding-dress；andshewatchedthegirlthrowthesaddleonwithquickease——theeasehehadtaughther。Mrs。Tayloralsosawthesharpcutshegavethehorse，andlaughedgrimlytoherselfinherwindowashorseandridergallopedintothebeautifulsunnyloneliness。
Tothepunishedanimalthisswitchingwasnew！andatitsthirdrepetitionheturnedhisheadinsurprise，butwasnomoreheededthanwerethebluffsandflowerswherehewastakinghisownundirectedchoiceofway。Hecarriedherovergroundsheknewbyheart——CorncliffMesa，CrowheartButte，Westfall’sCrossing，UpperCanyon；openlandandwoodland，pinesandsage-brush，allsilentandgraveandlustrousinthesunshine。Onceandagainaranchmangreetedher，andwonderedifshehadforgottenwhohewas；onceshepassedsomecow-puncherswithasmallherdofsteers，andtheystaredafterhertoo。BearCreeknarrowed，itsmountain-sidesdrewnear，itslittlefallsbegantorushwhiteinmiddayshadow，andthehorsesuddenlyprickedhisears。Unguided，hewastakingthisadvantagetogohome。Thoughhehadmadebutlittleway——amerebeginningyet——onthistrailovertoSunkCreek，herewasalreadyaSunkCreek
