and lonesome.

Yes, the waiter and the waited for are all a rushin' round
somewhere, on the cars, mebby, or a yot, a chasin' Pleasure, that
like as not settled right down on the eves of the old house they
left, and stayed there.

I wonder if they will find her there when they go back again.
Mebby they will, and then agin, mebby they won't. For Happiness
haint one to set round and lame herself a waitin' for folks to
make up their minds.

Sometimes she looks folks full in the face, sort o' solemn like
and heart-searchin', and gives 'em a fair chance what they will
chuse. And then if they chuse wrong, shee'll turn her back to
'em, for always. I've hearn of jest such cases.

But it duz seem sort o' solemn to think -- how the sweet restful
felin's that clings like ivy round the old familier door steps --
where old 4 fathers feet stopped, and stayed there, and baby feet
touched and then went away -- I declare for't, it almost brings
tears, to think how that sweet clingin' vine of affection, and
domestic repose, and content -- how soon that vine gets tore up
nowadays.

It is a sort of a runnin' vine anyway, and folks use it as sech,
they run with it. Jest as it puts its tendrils out to cling round
some fence post, or lilock bush, they pull it up, and start off
with it. And then its roots get dry, and it is some time before
it will begin to put out little shoots and clingin' leaves agin