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It was a beautiful afternoon, everybody was busy about the farm of Mr.
Santon; Winnie was sitting at the door, intent upon her own thoughts,
when she caught sight of their good minister approaching upon his horse,
his silver locks flying in the wind. Biddy, learning they were to have a
visit from the "Protestant praste," turned first pale, then red, and
when the old gentleman dismounted at the door, she let fall the shoulder
of bacon, which she was preparing for the supper, and darted behind the
screen, in her haste hitting her foot against the lowest tin, in a pile
of two dozen, which brought the rest down to inquire into the state
of affairs.
The presence of the old gentleman served to impart a cheerfulness to all
who gazed upon his happy countenance, and his kind tones, as he inquired
for the welfare of the family, penetrated the screen, reaching the ear
of Biddy, who sat wondering what the good father Teely would say, if he
knew she had so far sinned as to remain under the same roof with a
"wicked Protestant praste;" but as she heard him speaking to Pat, who
had come in of an errand, with such a pleasant voice, she ventured a
peep out, and the form of her thoughts just at that moment, might have
been a little, a very little, savoring of heresy.
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