Madeline by Mary Jane Holmes

Grandma Markham was dead, and the covered sleigh, which late in the afternoon plowed its way heavily back to Aikenside carried only Mrs. Noah, who, with her forehead tied up in knots, sat back among the cushions, thinking not of the peaceful dead, gone forever to the rest which remains for the people of God, but of the wayward Guy, who had resisted all her efforts to persuade him to return with her, instead of staying where he was not needed, and where his presence was a restraint to all save one, and that one Maddy, for whose sake he staid.

"She'd be _vummed_," the indignant old lady said, "if she would not write to Lucy herself if Guy did not quit such doin's; " and thus resolving she kept on her way, while the object of her wrath was, it may be, more than half repenting of his decision to stay, inasmuch as he began to have an unpleasant consciousness of being in everybody's way.