[CHAPTER XXXIV.]
HIEL AND NABBY.
"Only think, Hiel, Dolly's going to Boston," said Nabby, when they had seated themselves cosily with the infant Zeph between them at the supper-table.
"Ye don't say so, now!" said Hiel, with the proper expression of surprise.
"Yes, Miss Kittery, her Boston aunt, 's comin' next week, and I'm goin' in to do up her muslins for her. Yes, Dolly 's goin' to Boston."
"Good!" said Hiel. "I hope she'll get a husband there."
"That's jest all you men think of," answered Nabby. "Dolly ain't one o' that kind; she ain't lookin' out for fellers—though there's plenty would be glad to have her. She ain't one o' that sort."