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`` Well , we can wait until next summer , and let Mrs. Jameson take the responsibility . I do n't want to be the means of breaking up the society , for one , '' said I. However , when Mrs. Jameson finally arrived in June , she seemed to be on a slightly different tack , so to speak , of improvement . She was not so active in our literary society and our sewing circle as she had been the summer before , but now , her own sphere having possibly enlarged , she had designs upon the village in the abstract . Hannah Bell came over from the West Corners to open the house for them , and at five o'clock we saw the Grover stage rattle past with their trunks on top , and Grandma Cobb and the girls and Cobb looking out of the windows . Mrs. Jameson , being delicate , was , of course , leaning back , exhausted with her journey . Jonas Martin , who had been planting the garden , was out at the gate of the Wray house to help the driver carry in the trunks , and Hannah Bell was there too . Louisa and I had said that it seemed almost too bad not to have some one of the village women go there and welcome them , but we did not know how Mrs. H. Boardman Jameson might take it , and nobody dared go .