with that flushed face of yours
"He said he was ‘afeared I’d been taken in, you were such a sickly lookin’ critter.’ Ha! Ha! Wish he might see you now, with that flushed face of yours. I never believed in magic, but I’ll have to come to it. You are bewitched, and are being transformed into a pretty young girl right under my eyes; the house is bewitched, and is growing pretty, too, and pleasanter all the time. The cherry and apple trees are bewitched, for they never blossomed so before; the hens are bewitched, they lay as if possessed; the–"
"Oh, stop! Or I shall think that you’re bewitched yourself."
"I truly begin to think I am."
"Oh, well! Since we all and everything are affected in the same way, it don’t matter."
"But it does. It’s unaccountable. I’m beginning to rub my eyes and pinch myself to wake up."
"If you like it, I wouldn’t wake up."
"Suppose I did, and saw Mrs. Mumpson sitting where you do, Jane here, and Mrs. Wiggins smoking her pipe in the corner. The very thought makes me shiver. My first words would be, ‘Please pass the cold p’ison.’"
"What nonsense you are talking tonight!" she tried to say severely, but the pleased, happy look in her eyes betrayed her. He regarded her with the open admiration of a boy, and she sought to divert his attention by asking, "What do you think has become of Jane?"
"I don’t know–stealing around like a strange cat in some relation’s house, I suppose."
"You once said you would like to do something for her."
"Well, I would. If I could afford it, I’d like to send her to school."
"Would you like her to come here and study lessons part of the time?"
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