Then the door of the
Ark softly opened a little way, and there, nightcapped in white, like a
full, benignant moon, appeared the head of Grandma Keeler, as she peered
blindly out into the night.
"Poor old soul!" I said. "She has probably been 'waiting and watching.'
Don't you see already one of the results of my sinning? Good night," I
said, extending my hand to the fisherman, who had fixed on that innocent
and unconscious nightcap a darkly withering gaze.
"Oh, never mind me," he muttered, turning abruptly. "Only take care of
this infernal old nest of Hoosiers, and respectable people may go to the
devil!"
CHAPTER VI.
BECKY AND THE CRADLEBOW.
"Teacher's got Beck's beau!"
"Teacher's got Beck's beau!" I heard it whispered among the school
children. Rebecca heard, too, and paled a little, but looked up at me and
smiled as frankly as ever.
Seeing her alone afterwards, I took occasion to remark, incidentally,
"how kind it was of her friend, Mr. Rollin, to bring me home from church.
Fanny was so slow! And I thought he was a very pleasant young man, but
even the most estimable people, you know," I added, laughing, with an
undertone of studied significance; "are not just fitted to enjoy each
other's society always.
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