The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-09-18
Written for the Sitter,
HER VACATION,
A VISIT TO VERMONT.
AUGUST.

there for Elderberry. The stage ride
is just lovely but tn, road is awfully
hilly. 1t rained the day went and
was the only inside passenger and how
that stage did bounce! There. is one
hill, Chasely's l think they call it, that
is nothing but water bars and you have
all you can do to keep your. belonging
right side up and your hat on your
head. u.
You must know to begin with, that
was not in the village but two miles
and 4 half ont on farm. THIS year
l did not want to go to Saratoga or
White Mountains and as the sea shore
always disagrees with me, l thought,
like Macawber, would wait and see
what would "turn up" So it hap
pened that Aunt Kindly's letter, asking
me to visit them, was received with de-
light. AS told you it rained as soon
as l entered the stage, but Uncle Wor-
thy met me at the store in North Elder
berry, and well protected by gossamer
umbrella and boot we arrived at the
Nest, safe and sound. Ireceivcd q real
home welcome and even the white dog
had kiss for me. | was too hungry
and tired to appreciate anything that
evening beyond Aunt Kindly's excellent
supper and bed but the next morning
was ready for anything. Such air !.
Such scenery!! And such a host and
hostess..! l do not believe you can
match any of them anywhere and l
would not let you if / thought you
could. The Nest is much higher than
the village, yet the mountains rise high
above it ON all sides. Standing on the
porch you can trace the course of the
river mile distant, by the rising fog
that takes fantastic shapes and for a
moment hides the clearing on the
mountain side, which when seen dis
tinctly is in the exact form of a duck.
Uncle Worthy is monarch Of all Ne
surveys from his porch, for the beauty
that nature presents to view, however
broad and extended, belongs to the be-
holder. And not the landscape alone,
but many and rich acres are his also.
Behind the house are the barns and Or
chard, the wood and sugar lots, and !
Investigated each in turn. The barn
for the eggs within and the echo with
out, the oachard for apples and SPUR
rels. We went to the wood lot to see
the trees felled for winter fuel and
sometimes piled the axe and saw, my
self, with the most ludicrous results.
The sugar house awakened sweet men,
cries within me. Within were all the
appliances for maple sugar making and
if order is Heavens first law and clean
illness next to goodness, as they say,
Then Uncle Worthy need have no fear
Of st. Peter when he reaches the &C.
lestial Gates.
Who did / associate with?
Why Uncle Worthy and Aunt Kindly
to be sure. And then there was Char
ity, Aunt Kindly's right hand woman.
She it was who helped the weak,
watched with the sick and lightened
so many burdens that she made herself
i'll and would not own it. And there
was Handy who shared Uncle Wortny's
labors. True as steel and as industri.
GUS as true. 1t is a pity we have not
more men like him!
Were there no beaux in the neighbor
hood?
Alas no, dear. They were all en-.
gagged before l came. But do not look
so disappointed. Some gentlemen die
favor me with calls and not least among
them was Hopeful from the Ark. =
His father was namesale of certain
ancient gentleman who resided il |
mansion of gopher wood and SO w,
allied his house the Ark. But it wa
Ark only in name: A pretty whit,
house on green hillside and bloom
with flowers within and without. Be
sides the owner and Hopeful the Arl
shelters Helpful, his wife, and Skillful
his daughter. The former was ono,
the handsomest girl in Elderberry, M,
father says, and Skillful is not unlik
her. But the beautiful brown eye
have a shadow in them for she must sit
day after day, in her arm chair ant
watch the busy world pass her window
, watch but never join. Yet swee
. smile always greets you, the deft fin
gers Irvine wreaths for the dead o
, perform those little priceless favors 70
! the living and the quiet lips utter n,
. complaint.
h One day we went to the Bee Hive
h We were greeted by the thwac
e of fails and found part of til
C Bees threshing oats in the barn. Wor
r stopped when they saw us and talkin
d began aud the day being hot we wer
n treased to cider. Between ourselves
&c think it was nectar and having tasted
IT l shall never sign the pledge for 1 kno7
| shall go there again sometime. Mr.
Y Cottonwood, who keeps house fc
e the Bees, filled my hands with flower
?, her laddies filled my pockets with POI
n ping corn and the kindly invitations
come again was meant and not merel
d spoken. / like that sort of call muG
a, better than the card and carriage kim