If he dies , I will be a murderess . He must live and give me a chance to make it up for him . '' And he did live ; but for a long time it was a hard fight , and there were days when it seemed that death must win . Miss Cynthia got so thin and wan that even Mrs. John Joe pitied her . The earth seemed to Miss Cynthia to laugh out in prodigal joyousness on the afternoon she drove home when Wilbur had been pronounced out of danger . How tranquil the hills looked , with warm October sunshine sleeping on their sides and faint blue hazes on their brows ! How gallantly the maples flaunted their crimson flags ! How kind and friendly was every face she met ! Afterwards , Miss Cynthia said she began to live that day . Wilbur 's recovery was slow . Every day Miss Cynthia drove over with some dainty , and her loving gentleness sat none the less gracefully on her because of its newness . Wilbur grew to look for and welcome her coming . When it was thought safe to remove him , Miss Cynthia went to the hospital with a phaeton-load of shawls and pillows . `` I have come to take you away , '' she said . Wilbur shrank back . `` Not to Mr. Robins , '' he said piteously . `` Oh , not there , Aunt Cynthia ! '' Them Notorious Pigs John Harrington was a woman-hater , or thought that he was , which amounts to the same thing . He was forty-five and , having been handsome in his youth , was a fine-looking man still . He had a remarkably good farm and was a remarkably good farmer .
He also had a garden which was the pride and delight XXXXX his heart or , at least , it was before Mrs. Hayden 's pigs got into it .
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