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I wouldn't have had her miss it, and there won't be a thing she'll ever regret, except to mourn because William wa'n't here."Mrs.Blackett having been properly escorted to the house, Mrs.

Todd received her own full share of honor, and some of the men, with a simple kindness that was the soul of chivalry, waited upon us and our baskets and led away the white horse.I already knew some of Mrs.Todd's friends and kindred, and felt like an adopted Bowden in this happy moment.It seemed to be enough for anyone to have arrived by the same conveyance as Mrs.Blackett, who presently had her court inside the house, while Mrs.Todd, large, hospitable, and preeminent, was the centre of a rapidly increasing crowd about the lilac bushes.Small companies were continually coming up the long green slope from the water, and nearly all the boats had come to shore.I counted three or four that were baffled by the light breeze, but before long all the Bowdens, small and great, seemed to have assembled, and we started to go up to the grove across the field.

Out of the chattering crowd of noisy children, and large-waisted women whose best black dresses fell straight to the ground in generous folds, and sunburnt men who looked as serious as if it were town-meeting day, there suddenly came silence and order.Isaw the straight, soldierly little figure of a man who bore a fine resemblance to Mrs.Blackett, and who appeared to marshal us with perfect ease.He was imperative enough, but with a grand military sort of courtesy, and bore himself with solemn dignity of importance.We were sorted out according to some clear design of his own, and stood as speechless as a troop to await his orders.

Even the children were ready to march together, a pretty flock, and at the last moment Mrs.Blackett and a few distinguished companions, the ministers and those who were very old, came out of the house together and took their places.We ranked by fours, and even then we made a long procession.

There was a wide path mowed for us across the field, and, as we moved along, the birds flew up out of the thick second crop of clover, and the bees hummed as if it still were June.There was a flashing of white gulls over the water where the fleet of boats rode the low waves together in the cove, swaying their small masts as if they kept time to our steps.The plash of the water could be heard faintly, yet still be heard; we might have been a company of ancient Greeks going to celebrate a victory, or to worship the god of harvests, in the grove above.It was strangely moving to see this and to make part of it.The sky, the sea, have watched poor humanity at its rites so long; we were no more a New England family celebrating its own existence and simple progress; we carried the tokens and inheritance of all such households from which this had descended, and were only the latest of our line.We possessed the instincts of a far, forgotten childhood; I found myself thinking that we ought to be carrying green branches and singing as we went.So we came to the thick shaded grove still silent, and were set in our places by the straight trees that swayed together and let sunshine through here and there like a single golden leaf that flickered down, vanishing in the cool shade.

The grove was so large that the great family looked far smaller than it had in the open field; there was a thick growth of dark pines and firs with an occasional maple or oak that gave a gleam of color like a bright window in the great roof.On three sides we could see the water, shining behind the tree-trunks, and feel the cool salt breeze that began to come up with the tide just as the day reached its highest point of heat.We could see the green sunlit field we had just crossed as if we looked out at it from a dark room, and the old house and its lilacs standing placidly in the sun, and the great barn with a stockade of carriages from which two or three care-taking men who had lingered were coming across the field together.Mrs.Todd had taken off her warm gloves and looked the picture of content.

"There!" she exclaimed."I've always meant to have you see this place, but I never looked for such a beautiful opportunity--weather an' occasion both made to match.Yes, it suits me: I don't ask no more.I want to know if you saw mother walkin' at the head!

It choked me right up to see mother at the head, walkin' with the ministers," and Mrs.Todd turned away to hide the feelings she could not instantly control.

"Who was the marshal?" I hastened to ask."Was he an old soldier?""Don't he do well?" answered Mrs.Todd with satisfaction.

"He don't often have such a chance to show off his gifts,"said Mrs.Caplin, a friend from the Landing who had joined us.

"That's Sant Bowden; he always takes the lead, such days.Good for nothing else most o' his time; trouble is, he"--I turned with interest to hear the worst.Mrs.Caplin's tone was both zealous and impressive.

"Stim'lates," she explained scornfully.

"No, Santin never was in the war," said Mrs.Todd with lofty indifference."It was a cause of real distress to him.He kep'

enlistin', and traveled far an' wide about here, an' even took the bo't and went to Boston to volunteer; but he ain't a sound man, an'

they wouldn't have him.They say he knows all their tactics, an' can tell all about the battle o' Waterloo well's he can Bunker Hill.I told him once the country'd lost a great general, an' I meant it, too.""I expect you're near right," said Mrs.Caplin, a little crestfallen and apologetic.