Molly, in the doorway, painfully enchained just then to her stocking-
darning, first sighted the trio, and announced in an excited whisper:--
"They're coming, Sara, they're coming! Have you got the baby washed, and
the braided rug over the broken board in the floor?"
Both these important ceremonies having been attended to, she seated
herself once more, with an attempt at composure, though every line of
her speaking face was alert with anticipation.
"Ah!" said the madame, eying her from the road, "that must be the girl-
twin,--Molly they do call her. What a _chic_ little face it is! Do
look with what an air she will make as if she does not see us; it ees
inimiteeble!"
They turned into the little gate, much amused, and she finally looked
up, with such an assumption of astonishment they could scarcely keep
from laughing outright; then sprang to her feet, and made a twinkling
little bow, which set the young man's eyes to dancing, and entirely
captivated madame, at which Sara appeared in the doorway, with her fine
Greek head, and rare smile, to give them greeting. Then Morton turned
from the fish-lines he was straightening, and looked his honest, quiet
pleasure, as different in manner from his twin-sister as a staid, slow
proud-stepping heron is different from a flitting, fluttering, flame-
winged oriole.
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