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Bill Harmon stood in the front doorway, smiling. He hoped for trade, and he was a good sort anyway. "I'd about given you up to night," he called as he came to the gate. "Your train's half an hour late. I got tired o' waitin', so I made free to open up some o' your things for you to start housekeepin' with. I guess there won't be no supper here for you to night." BILL HARMON STOOD IN THE FRONT DOORWAY SMILING HE HELPED FOR TRADE AND HE WAS A GOOD SORT ANYWAY I'D BOUT GIVIN YE UP TO NIGHT HE CALLED AS HE CAME TO THE GATE YOUR TRAIN'S HALF AN HOUR LATE I GOT TIRED O WAIN SO I MADE MYSELF FREE TO OPEN SOME O YOUR THINGS FOR YOU TO START HOUSEKEEPIN WITH I GUESS THERE WON'T BE NO SUPPER HERE FOR YOU TO NIGHT
Peter to the Yellow House himself, while the rest followed in the depot carryall, with a trail of trunks and packages following on behind in an express wagon. It was a very early season, the roads were free from mud, the trees were budding, and the young grass showed green on all the sunny slopes. When the Careys had first seen their future home they had entered the village from the west, the Yellow House being the last one on the elm-shaded street, and quite on the outskirts of Beulah itself. Now they crossed the river below the station and drove through East Beulah, over a road unknown to any of them but Gilbert, who was the hero and instructor of the party. Soon the well-remembered house came into view, and as the two vehicles had kept one behind the other there was a general cheer. It was more beautiful even than they had remembered it; and more commodious, and more delightfully situated. The barn door was open, showing crates of furniture, and the piazza was piled high with boxes. VE MISSUS CAREY AND PETER TO THE YELLOW HOUSE HIMSELF WHILE THE REST FOLLOWED IN THE DEPOT CARRYALL WITH THE TRAIL OF TRUNKS AND PACKAGES FALLING ON BEHIND IN THE EXPRESS WAGON IT WAS A VERY EARLY SEASON THE ROADS WERE FREE FROM MUD THE TREES WERE BUDDING AND THE YOUNG GRASS SHOWED GREEN ON ALL THE SUNNY SLOPES WHEN THE CAREYS HAD FIRST SEEN THEIR FUTURE HOME THEY HAD ENTERED THE VILLAGE FROM THE WEST THE YELLOW HOUSE BEING THE LAST ONE ON THE ELM SHADED STREET AND QUITE ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF BEULAH ITSELF NOW THEY CROSSED THE RIVER BELOW THE STATION AND DROVE THROUGH EAST BEULAH OVER A ROAD UNKNOWN TO ANY OF THEM BUT GILBERT WHO WAS THE HERO AND INSTRUCTOR OF THE PARTY SOON THE WELL REMEMBERED HOUSE CAME INTO VIEW AND AS THE TWO VEHICLES HAD KEPT ONE BEHIND THE OTHER THERE WAS A GENERAL CHEER IT WAS MORE BEAUTIFUL EVEN THAN THEY HAD REMEMBERED IT AND MORE COMMODIOUS AND MORE DELIGHTFULLY SITUATED THE BARN DOOR WAS OPEN SHOWING CRATES OF FURNITURE AND THE PIAZZA WAS PILED HIGH WITH BOXES
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