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Show Page 73 The mention of Rose and Edward brought on a bout of laughter in which Walter and Margaret could not join till we had wiped our eyes and quieted our giggles enough to tell them what made us so mirthful. Even Richard smiled a bit. "We stopped by the Howes' on our way here," explained Anne. "Cisly had told me they lived hereabouts and I was anxious to see how they are getting on. I knew you would be curious to hear also," she added. "And how are they getting on?" I asked, thinking of Edward Howe on the day he was wed, trailing forlornly after Rose. "Well, if the Howe dwelling were a chicken yard, it would be Rose who would cock-a-doodle-doo at sunrise," said Cisly. "And I doubt not the sun would rise promptly when she crowed, for it would be a fearsome thing to disobey Rose." So my thoughts about Rose marrying Edward because with him she could play the termagant were confirmed. Darkness crept round the dwelling and the frogs commenced their evening bellow, and it was indeed a bellow, for the frogs of Virginia werp most enormous large, some, when spread-legged, being greater than the length of my forearm. "Do you foresee any hope of having the church completed soon?" asked Richard. "Perhaps William Harwood will bring a minister with him when he comes." |