There ain't no harm in that."
Before the mother could speak again, Grandma Padgett told the man to
turn back and direct them, and Zene to fall behind the carriage with
his load. He could jog leisurely in the wake of the carriage, to
avoid getting separated from it: that would be all he need attempt.
She took up her whip to touch Hickory and Henry.
After turning off on the by-road, Grandma Padgett heard Zene
leisurely jogging in the wake of the carriage, and remembered for a
moment, with dismay, the number of breakable things in his load. He
drove all the way to the meeting-house with the white and gray
constantly rearing their noses from contact with the hind carriage
curtains; up swells, when the road wound through stump-bordered
sward, and down into sudden gullies, when all his movables clanged
and rumbled, as if protesting against the unusual speed they had to
endure. Zene was as anxious to reach the meeting-house as the man who
cantered ahead.
They drew up to where it basked on the rising ground, an old brown
frame with lichens crusting the roof. There were two front doors, a
flight of wooden steps leading up to each, and three high windows
along the visible side.
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