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of up-an-comin'. They used to say that one o' the
Randalls married a Spanish woman, somebody

that was teachin' music and languages at a boardin'
school. Lorenzo was dark complected, you remember,

and this child is, too. Well, I don't know as
Spanish blood is any real disgrace, not if it's a good

ways back and the woman was respectable."
II

REBECCA'S RELATIONS
They had been called the Sawyer girls when

Miranda at eighteen, Jane at twelve, and
Aurelia at eight participated in the various

activities of village life; and when Riverboro fell
into a habit of thought or speech, it saw no reason

for falling out of it, at any rate in the same century.
So although Miranda and Jane were between fifty

and sixty at the time this story opens, Riverboro
still called them the Sawyer girls. They were

spinsters; but Aurelia, the youngest, had made what
she called a romantic marriage and what her sisters

termed a mighty poor speculation. "There's worse
things than bein' old maids," they said; whether

they thought so is quite another matter.
The element of romance in Aurelia's marriage

existed chiefly in the fact that Mr. L. D. M. Randall
had a soul above farming or trading and was a votary

of the Muses. He taught the weekly singing-school
(then a feature of village life) in half a dozen

neighboring towns, he played the violin and "called off"
at dances, or evoked rich harmonies from church

melodeons on Sundays. He taught certain uncouth
lads, when they were of an age to enter society, the

intricacies of contra dances, or the steps of the
schottische and mazurka, and he was a marked

figure in all social assemblies, though conspicuously
absent from town-meetings and the purely masculine

gatherings at the store or tavern or bridge.
His hair was a little longer, his hands a little

whiter, his shoes a little thinner, his manner a trifle
more polished, than that of his soberer mates;

indeed the only department of life in which he failed
to shine was the making of sufficient money to live

upon. Luckily he had no responsibilities; his father
and his twin brother had died when he was yet a

boy, and his mother, whose only noteworthy achievement
had been the naming of her twin sons Marquis

de Lafayette and Lorenzo de Medici Randall, had
supported herself and educated her child by making

coats up to the very day of her death. She was wont
to say plaintively, "I'm afraid the faculties was too

much divided up between my twins. L. D. M. is
awful talented, but I guess M. D. L. would 'a' ben

the practical one if he'd 'a' lived."
"L. D. M. was practical enough to get the richest

girl in the village," replied Mrs. Robinson.
"Yes," sighed his mother, "there it is again; if

the twins could 'a' married Aurelia Sawyer, 't would
'a' been all right. L. D. M. was talented 'nough to

GET Reely's money, but M. D. L. would 'a' ben practical
'nough to have KEP' it."

Aurelia's share of the modest Sawyer property
had been put into one thing after another by the

handsome and luckless Lorenzo de Medici. He had
a graceful and poetic way of making an investment

for each new son and daughter that blessed their
union. "A birthday present for our child, Aurelia,"

he would say,--"a little nest-egg for the future;"
but Aurelia once remarked in a moment of bitterness

that the hen never lived that could sit on
those eggs and hatch anything out of them.

Miranda and Jane had virtually washed their
hands of Aurelia when she married Lorenzo de

Medici Randall. Having exhausted the resources
of Riverboro and its immediate vicinity, the

unfortunate couple had moved on and on in a steadily
decreasing scale of prosperity until they had reached

Temperance, where they had settled down and
invited fate to do its worst, an invitation which was

promptly accepted. The maiden sisters at home
wrote to Aurelia two or three times a year, and sent

modest but serviceable presents to the children at
Christmas, but refused to assist L. D. M. with the

regular expenses of his rapidly growing family.
His last investment, made shortly before the birth

of Miranda (named in a lively hope of favors which
never came), was a small farm two miles from

Temperance. Aurelia managed this herself, and so
it proved a home at least, and a place for the

unsuccessful Lorenzo to die and to be buried from, a duty
somewhat too long deferred, many thought, which

he performed on the day of Mira's birth.
It was in this happy-go-lucky household that Rebecca

had grown up. It was just an ordinary family;
two or three of the children were handsome and the

rest plain, three of them rather clever, two industrious,
and two commonplace and dull. Rebecca had

her father's facility and had been his aptest pupil.
She "carried" the alto by ear, danced without being

taught, played the melodeon without knowing the
notes. Her love of books she inherited chiefly from

her mother, who found it hard to sweep or cook
or sew when there was a novel in the house.

Fortunately books were scarce, or the children might
sometimes have gone ragged and hungry.

But other forces had been at work in Rebecca,
and the traits of unknown forbears had been wrought

into her fibre. Lorenzo de Medici was flabby and
boneless; Rebecca was a thing of fire and spirit:

he lacked energy and courage; Rebecca was plucky
at two and dauntless at five. Mrs. Randall and

Hannah had no sense of humor; Rebecca possessed
and showed it as soon as she could walk and talk.

She had not been able, however, to borrow her
parents' virtues and those of other generous ancestors

and escape all the weaknesses in the calendar.
She had not her sister Hannah's patience or her

brother John's sturdy staying power. Her will was
sometimes willfulness, and the ease with which she

did most things led her to be impatient of hard tasks
or long ones. But whatever else there was or was

not, there was freedom at Randall's farm. The children
grew, worked, fought, ate what and slept where

they could; loved one another and their parents
pretty well, but with no tropicalpassion; and

educated themselves for nine months of the year, each
one in his own way.

As a result of this method Hannah, who could
only have been developed by forces applied from

without, was painstaking, humdrum, and limited;
while Rebecca, who apparently needed nothing but

space to develop in, and a knowledge of terms in
which to express herself, grew and grew and grew,

always from within outward. Her forces of one sort
and another had seemingly been set in motion when

she was born; they needed no daily spur, but moved
of their own accord--towards what no one knew,

least of all Rebecca herself. The field for the
exhibition of her creativeinstinct was painfully small,

and the only use she had made of it as yet was to
leave eggs out of the corn bread one day and milk

another, to see how it would turn out; to part
Fanny's hair sometimes in the middle, sometimes

on the right, and sometimes on the left side; and to
play all sorts of fantastic pranks with the children,

occasionally bringing them to the table as fictitious
or historical characters found in her favorite books.

Rebecca amused her mother and her family generally,
but she never was counted of serious

importance, and though considered "smart" and old for
her age, she was never thought superior in any way.

Aurelia's experience of genius, as exemplified in the
deceased Lorenzo de Medici led her into a greater

admiration of plain, every-day common sense, a quality
in which Rebecca, it must be confessed, seemed

sometimes painfully deficient.
Hannah was her mother's favorite, so far as Aurelia

could indulge herself in such recreations as partiality.
The parent who is obliged to feed and clothe

seven children on an income of fifteen dollars a
month seldom has time to discriminate carefully

between the various members of her brood, but Hannah
at fourteen was at once companion and partner in

all her mother's problems. She it was who kept the
house while Aurelia busied herself in barn and field.

Rebecca was capable of certain set tasks, such as
keeping the small children from killing themselves

and one another, feeding the poultry, picking up
chips, hulling strawberries, wiping dishes; but she

was thought irresponsible, and Aurelia, needing
somebody to lean on (having never enjoyed that

luxury with the gifted Lorenzo), leaned on Hannah.
Hannah showed the result of this attitude somewhat,

being a trifle careworn in face and sharp in manner;
but she was a self-contained, well-behaved, dependable

child, and that is the reason her aunts had invited
her to Riverboro to be a member of their family and

participate in all the advantages of their loftier
position in the world. It was several years since

Miranda and Jane had seen the children, but they
remembered with pleasure that Hannah had not

spoken a word during the interview, and it was
for this reason that they had asked for the pleasure

of her company. Rebecca, on the other hand, had
dressed up the dog in John's clothes, and being

requested to get the three younger children ready
for dinner, she had held them under the pump and

then proceeded to "smack" their hair flat to their
heads by vigorous brushing, bringing them to the

table in such a moist and hideous state of shininess
that their mother was ashamed of their appearance.

Rebecca's own black locks were commonly pushed
smoothly off her forehead, but on this occasion she

formed what I must perforce call by its only name,
a spit-curl, directly in the centre of her brow, an

ornament which she was allowed to wear a very
short time, only in fact till Hannah was able to call

her mother's attention to it, when she was sent
into the next room to remove it and to come back

looking like a Christian. This command she interpreted
somewhat too literally perhaps, because she

contrived in a space of two minutes an extremely


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