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silent people, and the woman of the house took
a fancy to her when she discovered the girl could
weave huckaback. They borrowed a loom from the
parsonage, and the baby’s mother sat at the loom
all summer.
It never struck any one that she required care;
she was expected to work like a peasant woman all
the time. And she herself liked best to work; she
was no longer unhappy. The life with the peasants
pleased her, though she was forced to dispense with
all her accustomed comforts. Everything was taken
so simply and calmly there. All their thoughts were
centred in their work, and the days passed so evenly
and monotonously that you lost count of them and
thought you were still in the middle of the week
when Sunday came round.
One day, at the end of August, there had been
a scarcity of reapers in the harvest fields, and the
baby’s mother had gone out to help in binding the
sheaves. She had over-exerted herself, and the child
was born too early. She had expected it in October.
Now the woman of the house stood and held
the child in her arms, warming it at the fire, for the
poor little thing was cold, though it was a warm
August day. Its mother lay in a little room opening
out of the kitchen and listened to what they said
about her baby. She could imagine the farm men
and women stepping forward and looking at it.
“What a miserable little thing,” they always
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