When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my room looked empty as it had the day I came.I and all my belongings had died out of it, and I knew how it would seem when Mrs.Todd came back and found her lodger gone.So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.
I found the little packages on the kitchen table.There was a quaint West Indian basket which I knew its owner had valued, and which I had once admired; there was an affecting provision laid beside it for my seafaring supper, with a neatly tied bunch of southernwood and a twig of bay, and a little old leather box which held the coral pin that Nathan Todd brought home to give to poor Joanna.
There was still an hour to wait, and I went up the hill just above the schoolhouse and sat there thinking of things, and looking off to sea, and watching for the boat to come in sight.I could see Green Island, small and darkly wooded at that distance; below me were the houses of the village with their apple-trees and bits of garden ground.Presently, as I looked at the pastures beyond, I caught a last glimpse of Mrs.Todd herself, walking slowly in the footpath that led along, following the shore toward the Port.At such a distance one can feel the large, positive qualities that control a character.Close at hand, Mrs.Todd seemed able and warm-hearted and quite absorbed in her bustling industries, but her distant figure looked mateless and appealing, with something about it that was strangely self-possessed and mysterious.Now and then she stooped to pick something,--it might have been her favorite pennyroyal,--and at last I lost sight of her as she slowly crossed an open space on one of the higher points of land, and disappeared again behind a dark clump of juniper and the pointed firs.