Kate Douglas Wiggin,
A Village Watch-Tower
(1892)
“ Seventy years had passed, and on each birthday, so long as she was able to walk, Lucinda, even after she had become Lucinda Bascom, had wandered down by the river side, and gazed, a little superstitiously perhaps, on the log that had been marked with an "L" on the morning she was born. It had stood the wear and tear of the elements bravely, but now it was beginning, like Lucinda, to show age. ”
Kate Douglas Wiggin,
A Village Watch-Tower
(1892)
“ The cruel stroke of the sun that had blurred the old man's brain had spared a blessed something in him that won the healing love of children."How d' ye, Mote?" he piped in his feeble voice. "They say Lucindy's dead. ... Jot says she is, 'n' Diademy says she is, 'n' I guess she is. ... It's a dretful thick year for fol'age: ... some o' the maples looks like balls in the air."Mote looked in at the window. The neighbors were hurrying to and fro. Diadema sat with her calico apron up to her face, sobbing; and for the first morning in thirty years old Mrs. Bascom's high-backed rocker was empty. ”
Kate Douglas Wiggin,
A Village Watch-Tower
(1892)
“ She must be goin' to stay some time, for there's a trunk on the back o' the stage. ... No, there ain't nobody gettin' out. Ain't that a wash-boiler he's handin' down? ... Well, it' s a mercy; he's ben borrowin' long enough!""What goes on after dark I ain't responsible for," returned old Mrs. Bascom, "but no new wash-boiler has gone into Rube Hobson's door in the daytime for many a year, and I 'll be bound it means somethin'. There goes a broom, too. Much sweepin' he 'll get out o' Eunice ”
