THE WITCH OF BLACKBIRD POND - CSIR
THE WITCH OF BLACKBIRD POND - CSIR
THE WITCH OF BLACKBIRD POND - CSIR
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As the heavy door finally closed, Matthew Wood turned fiercely toward his wife. "That is the last time," he pronounced, "that<br />
I will have Gershom Bulkeley under my roof!"<br />
"Very well, Matthew," sighed Rachel. "But do not be too hard on him. Gershom is a good man, just set in his ways."<br />
"He is a hypocrite and a whited sepulcher!" Matthew's fist crashed down on the table. "And I’ll have no more texts read at me<br />
in my own house!"<br />
Wearily the women set to work to clear the table, while Matthew raked up the fire in the hearth. All at once he straightened<br />
up. "There is another matter I forgot," he said. "Young William Ashby asked per- mission today to pay his respects to my<br />
niece."<br />
A spoon clattered from Judith's fingers. There was utter silence in the room as Rachel and both' her daughters turned to stare<br />
at Kit.<br />
"You mean call on Katherine?'' Aunt Rachel' voice was incredulous.<br />
"That is what I said."<br />
"But he has hardly seen her--only for a moment after Meeting."<br />
"She was conspicuous enough."<br />
Kit felt her cheeks growing hot: Judith opened her mouth to say something, glanced at her father and closed it again.<br />
"I suppose we can hardly refuse," ventured Rachel. "He is a member of the Society in good standing, and he has gone about it<br />
quite properly."<br />
"His father is another King's man," said her husband. "He proposed in council that we join with Massachusetts. But what can<br />
we expect, now that we harbor a Royalist under our own roof? Bring a candle, Rachel. We have wasted enough time for one<br />
night."<br />
A constrained trio lingered after Rachel had climbed the stairs behind her husband. Mercy began quietly to make ready her<br />
own bed in the corner. A small wrinkle of concern marred her usually placid forehead.