The unlading of Mrs. Quip's wagon at the meeting-house door, was an exhibition much "reckoned on" by the graceless young men of the village, who always collected on the steps for the purpose, and with mock gallantry assisted Mrs. Quip in clambering over the wheels, suppressing their mirth at her stereotyped exhortation, as she glanced at Dobbin, "to see that they didn't start the critter."
It was a work of time to draw out the unctuous Aunt Hepsibah; Deacon Tufts, more wiry and agile, "helped hisself," as Mrs. Quip remarked. The crowning delight was the evacuation of the wagon, by Miss Butts--who, with a mincing glance at the men, circumspectly extended one finger of her right hand--gingerly exposed the tip of the toe of her slipper, and with sundry little shrieks and exclamations, prolonged indefinitely the delicious agony of her descent, as the young gentlemen by turns profanely touched her virgin elbows. Thirty-nine years of single blessedness had fully prepared her to appreciate these little masculine attentions, of which she always made an exact memorandum in her note-book (affixing the date) on reaching her seat in church. The unappropriated Miss Butts wore rose-buds in her bonnet, as emblematical of love's young spring-time, and dressed in shepherdess style; nature, perhaps, suggesting the idea, by placing the _crook_ in her back.
Poor little Fanny was as much out of her element at Butternut farm as a humming-bird in a cotton-mill. She could not "heel a stocking," although Mrs. Quip "knew how as soon as she was born." She could neither chain-stitch, cross-stitch, button-hole-stitch, nor cat-stitch, though she often got a stitch in her side trying to "get out of Mrs. Quip's way." She did not know "whether her grandmother was orthodox or Unitarian;" whether Cousin John "belonged to the church," or not; in fact, as Mrs. Quip remarked, the child seemed to her "not to have the slightest idea what she was created for."
"Cousin John" came at last! with an empty pack, a full purse, and a fuller heart. Fanny flew into his outspread arms, and nestled into his bosom, with a fullness of joy which the friendless only can feel. Out of sound of Mrs. Quip's trip-hammer tongue, out of sight of Mrs. Quip's omniscient eyes, Fanny whispered in "Cousin John's" ear, crying, laughing, and kissing the while, all her little troubles. Cousin John did not smile, for he knew too well how keenly the little trusting heart, which beat against his own, could suffer or enjoy; so he wiped her tears away, and told her that she should say good-by to Butternut farm, and accompany him on his next trip, as far as Canton, where he would leave her with a nice old lady, who had a red and green parrot, and who taught a school for the village children.