But he never has so but what we could restrain him. But William and I,
we're beginning to think he might as well if he wants to. Oh, yes, I
think it will be so nice. Don't yew? I think it will be just splendid!
And I tell William, Lovell's wife shan't do nothing but set in the parlor
and fold her hands, if she don't want to; and she shall have a music, and
everything. When we built our new house, you know we used to live in that
little house that Brother Mark Barlow lives in now, oh, yes, and I think
it's so nice to have a new house, don't yew? I had 'em make the window
seats low on purpose, so that Lovell's children could sit on them! Oh, I
think it will be so pleasant, don't yew?"
Mrs. Barlow turned her enraptured gaze on me.
"Lovell's wife," I hastened to reply, toying with my glasses; "whoever
she may be, is certainly to be envied--and Lovell's children, too"--I
added, induced by that transcendently beaming smile; "who will have such
a broad window seat to sit on."
Never an evening began in heartier fashion at the Ark.
George Olver, standing next to Rebecca, rolled out a grand and powerful
bass.
Lars Thorjon, the Norwegian, maintained a smiling silence, except when he
was giving utterance in song to his inspiring tenor.
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