The coast had still a wintry look; it was far on in May, but all the shore looked cold and sterile. One was conscious of going north as well as east, and as the day went on the sea grew colder, and all the warmer air and bracing strength and stimulus of the autumn weather, and storage of the heat of summer, were quite gone. I was very cold and very tired when I came at evening up the lower bay, and saw the white houses of Dunnet Landing climbing the hill. They had a friendly look, these little houses, not as if they were climbing up the shore, but as if they were rather all coming down to meet a fond and weary traveler, and I could hardly wait with patience to step off the boat. It was not the usual eager company on the wharf. The coming-in of the mailboat was the one large public event of a summer day, and I was disappointed at seeing none of my intimate friends but Johnny Bowden, who had evidently done nothing all winter but grow, so that his short sea-smitten clothes gave him a look of poverty.
Johnny’s expression did not change as we greeted each other, but I suddenly felt that I had shown indifference and inconvenient delay by not coming sooner; before I could make an apology he took my small portmanteau, and walking before me in his old fashion he made straight up the hilly road toward Mrs. Todd’s. Yes, he was much grown—it had never occurred to me the summer before that Johnny was likely, with the help of time and other forces, to grow into a young man; he was such a well-framed and well-settled chunk of a boy that nature seemed to have set him aside as something finished, quite satisfactory, and entirely completed.
The wonderful little green garden had been enchanted away by winter. There were a few frost-bitten twigs and some thin shrubbery against the fence, but it was a most unpromising small piece of ground. My heart was beating like a lover’s as I passed it on the way to the door of Mrs. Todd’s house, which seemed to have become much smaller under the influence of winter weather.
“She hasn’t gone away?” I asked Johnny Bowden with a sudden anxiety just as we reached the doorstep.
“Gone away!” he faced me with blank astonishment,—“I see her settin’ by Mis’ Caplin’s window, the one nighest the road, about four o’clock!” And eager with suppressed news of my coming he made his entrance as if the house were a burrow.
Then on my homesick heart fell the voice of Mrs. Todd. She stopped, through what I knew to be excess of feeling, to rebuke Johnny for bringing in so much mud, and I dallied without for one moment during the ceremony; then we met again face to face.
II.
“I dare say you can advise me what shapes they are goin’ to wear. My meetin’-bunnit ain’t goin’ to do me again this year; no! I can’t expect ’twould do me forever,” said Mrs. Todd, as soon as she could say anything. “There! do set down and tell me how you have been! We’ve got a weddin’ in the family, I s’pose you know?”
“A wedding!” said I, still full of excitement.
“Yes; I expect if the tide serves and the line storm don’t overtake him they’ll come in and appear out on Sunday. I shouldn’t have concerned me about the bunnit for a month yet, nobody would notice, but havin’ an occasion like this I shall show consider’ble. ’Twill be an ordeal for William!”