M.) 'Rasmus sent back an intrepid
yell:--
"It's the _tea-cher_! It's pretty late," he said, aside, to me. "I guess
I won't go in. I reckon they won't have much style on. I seen ye pay
father; that's all right. I'll tip yer trunk up under the shed, and the
old Cap'n 'll see to gettin' it in in the mornin'. Here's a letter the
postmaster sent down to the Cap'n's folks. Good night."
'Rasmus, my only hope! I made a convulsive grasp for him in the darkness,
but he was gone.
It was she of the soothing, comfortable voice who took me in; and Grandma
Keeler's _taking in_ I understand always in the divinest and fullest
sense of the term.
Further than that, I was conscious that there were white-robed and
nightcapped figures moving about the room. So unearthly was their
appearance that I had, at last, a confused notion of having become
disengaged from the entanglements of the flesh, and fallen in with a
small planetary system in the course of my wanderings through space. The
centre of attraction seemed to be a table, to which the figures were
constantly bringing more _pies_.
The letter which 'Rasmus had directed me to hand to the "folks" was read
with interest, being the one I had dispatched from Newtown, a week or two
before, informing them as to the time of my arrival.
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