Word: metabel
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...Metabel felt lonely; and, save for her dog, Musket, she was all alone as she stepped through the woods that lay along Hemlock mountain. Finally she came to a little low cottage where she went in and stayed. In the cottage lived Uncle Henry, a severe and matter-of-fact person, with his nephew Joseph. There was also Isaiah, an old grey horse and a wasp who lived in the attic and was the largest apple-owning wasp in the county. Down the valley, in Wayne, there lived Prissy Deakan who had, the summer before, put up no less than...
Joseph was a lazy boy who could do nothing better than cut down trees neatly. But, what Uncle Henry, who raised the biggest lettuce heads ever seen in those parts, could never understand, was why Joseph refused to cut down the ash trees. Metabel came to know the reason when she met one day a little green god sitting in the woods and talking to some mice. He preferred ash trees to live under and Joseph knew it. Joseph would never have cut down an ash if St. John Deakan had not come to dinner one night and brought...
After the tree fell the small and peaceful deity made Metabel crawl into the bruised tangle of branches so that when Joseph found her there he would think the top part of the tree had fallen on her. There was a thunder storm that night, and Musket, who was an old dog and had just had a somewhat exhausting love affair, was annoyed at having to sniff about the damp slippery woods all night. In the morning Joseph found Metabel and promised that he would not cut down any more ash trees. He even kissed...
...before they were married, Metabel noticed that Joseph was beginning to look as if there was more business in life that making a tree fall neatly. He was cutting down ash again, to get money for a store dress for Metabel to be married in. The little god of good humor advised her to go back to Early; he showed her the road. "All summer long the valleys around Early are as green as the sea. But in the autumn they are like yellow pools; over them the clouds swim slowly in the sun, trailing their cold blue shadows across...
...Metabel went back to Early, and before she had been there a day, the little god was waiting...