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Kirkham's Find
Kirkham's Find
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"LIFE IS SO DULL"
"It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes
and aspirations, as the sparks fly upwards, unless he has brutified his
nature, and quenched the spirit of immortality, which is his portion."
SOUTHEY.
"Nancy!"
"Well!"
"What's the good of sitting there saying 'well' when you know I want
you?"
A pretty girl with golden brown hair and laughing blue eyes closed her
book and, rising leisurely from the log on which she had been seated,
crossed the orchard and joined her sister under the apple tree.
"What do you want?"
"Those hives are just full of honey, don't you think I might take some?"
"I'm sure I don't know. I thought the book said bees ought to have enough
left to feed them through the winter."
"But it's only November. There are six months till the winter."
"And how are you going to take the honey?"
"Smoke the bees or something. That wretched book only tells about frame
hives. Where am I go to get money for frame hives?"
"Oh! gin cases do well enough, I think," said Nancy, cheerfully. "If you
don't like them you can sell honey and buy others."
"That's just it, I want to know how I'm to get the honey, and then, when
I've got it, I want to know how I'm to sell it."
Phoebe Marsden was taller than her sister, and, so said the little world
of brothers and sisters, not nearly so pretty, in fact not pretty at
all. She was older too, more than two years older, almost twenty-four,
and the eldest of the family. The younger ones looked on her as quite an
old maid, and she herself felt her life, as far as any happiness or
pleasure to herself went, was nearly over. She was nearly a quarter of a
century old, a great age, so said her world, for a single woman, and she
was inclined to think the world had no use for her.
"Mother will buy it from you. You know she said she would."
"Yes, I know. Poor mother," and Phoebe laughed scornfully. "She'll give
me about a penny a pound, and pay me when she has the money. It'll come
dribbling in, and I'll feel myself a brute for taking it, especially
after the boys have eaten all the honey."
"It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes
and aspirations, as the sparks fly upwards, unless he has brutified his
nature, and quenched the spirit of immortality, which is his portion."
SOUTHEY.
"Nancy!"
"Well!"
"What's the good of sitting there saying 'well' when you know I want
you?"
A pretty girl with golden brown hair and laughing blue eyes closed her
book and, rising leisurely from the log on which she had been seated,
crossed the orchard and joined her sister under the apple tree.
"What do you want?"
"Those hives are just full of honey, don't you think I might take some?"
"I'm sure I don't know. I thought the book said bees ought to have enough
left to feed them through the winter."
"But it's only November. There are six months till the winter."
"And how are you going to take the honey?"
"Smoke the bees or something. That wretched book only tells about frame
hives. Where am I go to get money for frame hives?"
"Oh! gin cases do well enough, I think," said Nancy, cheerfully. "If you
don't like them you can sell honey and buy others."
"That's just it, I want to know how I'm to get the honey, and then, when
I've got it, I want to know how I'm to sell it."
Phoebe Marsden was taller than her sister, and, so said the little world
of brothers and sisters, not nearly so pretty, in fact not pretty at
all. She was older too, more than two years older, almost twenty-four,
and the eldest of the family. The younger ones looked on her as quite an
old maid, and she herself felt her life, as far as any happiness or
pleasure to herself went, was nearly over. She was nearly a quarter of a
century old, a great age, so said her world, for a single woman, and she
was inclined to think the world had no use for her.
"Mother will buy it from you. You know she said she would."
"Yes, I know. Poor mother," and Phoebe laughed scornfully. "She'll give
me about a penny a pound, and pay me when she has the money. It'll come
dribbling in, and I'll feel myself a brute for taking it, especially
after the boys have eaten all the honey."
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