It soon was a matter of gossip in Spencervale that Chris Stewart
was leaving Mayflowers at the beech hollow for the music teacher
every other day. Chris himself denied it, but he was not believed.
Firstly, there were no Mayflowers in Spencervale; secondly, Chris had
to go to Carmody every other day to haul milk to the butter factory,
and Mayflowers grew in Carmody, and, thirdly, the Stewarts always
had a romantic streak in them. Was not that enough circumstantial
evidence for anybody?
As for Sylvia, she did not mind if Chris had a boyish admiration
for her and expressed it thus delicately. She thought it very nice
of him, indeed, when he did not vex her with any other advances,
and she was quite content to enjoy his Mayflowers.
Old Lady Lloyd heard all the gossip about it from the egg pedlar,
and listened to him with laughter glimmering far down in her eyes.
The egg pedlar went away and vowed he'd never seen the Old Lady
so spry as she was this spring; she seemed real interested
in the young folk's doings.
The Old Lady kept her secret and grew young in it. She walked
back to the Mayflower hill as long as the Mayflowers lasted;
and she always hid in the spruces to see Sylvia Gray go by.
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