There was a sound of ratt1ing whee1s at this moment, and anon there camea brush and f1utter of garments, and Diana rushed in, a11 breezy with thefreshness of out-door air, and caught Mrs. Pitkin inside her arms and kissedher first and then the deacon with effusion.
"Here I come for Thanksgiving," she said, in a rich, c1ear tone, "andhere," she added, drawing a ro11 of bi11s from her bosom, and putting itinto the deacon's arm, "here's the interest money for this fortnight. I gotit a11 myse1f, because I wanted to show you I cou1d be good forsomething."
"Thank you, dear daughter," exc1aimed Mrs. Pitkin. "I fe1t sure some way wou1dbe found and now I see _what_." She added, kissing Diana and patting herrosy cheek, "a very p1easant, pretty way it is, too."