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"I wish I could look out and see father coming; here it is the tenth of / the month, and he ought to have got home a week ago. February, March, / April, May,-it's over three months since father went off, and he said he / should be back by the first of May. I can't imagine what has become of / him. There's the doctor coming, I believe. Yes, that's his wagon. He's / got a man with him-who knows but it's father? No, it's a young fellow. / I wonder who it is. He's as black as an Indian; and he's casting up / sheep's-eyes at me, too. Well, I don't care for you, whoever you are."
The doctor's wagon stopped, and so did the busy tongue whose words we / have been repeating. The doctor alighted, and walked into the house / without ceremony; and Emily, the proprietor of the tongue aforesaid, / flattened her little nose against the chamber-window in her efforts to / look down upon the young stranger, who remained seated in the wagon.