"It does look like a shower, and a mighty sudden one," said Emily. She
thrust her knitting-work in her pocket, donned her sun-bonnet, and
departed with other chance occupants of the doorsteps. And Grandma, too,
admitted the prospect of foul weather by throwing a handkerchief over her
head and going out to fetch the milk-pans.
Since early spring Grandma Keeler had put her milk-pans to dry in the sun
on a bench half-way up the "Pastur-Hill." Why she should choose to place
them at such a seemingly capricious and unnecessary distance from the
house, for it was really no inconsiderable journey for Grandma, taking
into account her peculiar style of locomotion; whether she considered
that the rays of the morning sun visited them more directly on that
plane, or that the elevation exposed them to peculiar atmospheric
advantages; these were questions which the curious mind was left to solve
for itself, for the grave office of carrying out and bringing in the
milk-pans was performed by Grandma with an air of mysterious calm, which
admitted of no profane comment or speculation.
Madeline laughed, watching her, the musical notes ringing out with a
touch of insane gayety.
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