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"
Why
,
what
is
this
,
mother
?
"
cried
she
.
"
Wherefore
have
all
the
people
left
their
work
to-day
?
Is
it
a
play-day
for
the
whole
world
?
See
,
there
is
the
blacksmith
!
He
has
washed
his
sooty
face
,
and
put
on
his
Sabbath-day
clothes
,
and
looks
as
if
he
would
gladly
be
merry
,
if
any
kind
body
would
only
teach
him
how
!
And
there
is
Master
Brackett
,
the
old
jailer
,
nodding
and
smiling
at
me
.
Why
does
he
do
so
,
mother
?
"
"
He
remembers
thee
a
little
babe
,
my
child
,
"
answered
Hester
.
"
He
should
not
nod
and
smile
at
me
,
for
all
that
--
the
black
,
grim
,
ugly-eyed
old
man
!
"
said
Pearl
.
"
He
may
nod
at
thee
,
if
he
will
;
for
thou
art
clad
in
gray
,
and
wearest
the
scarlet
letter
.
But
see
,
mother
,
how
many
faces
of
strange
people
,
and
Indians
among
them
,
and
sailors
!
What
have
they
all
come
to
do
,
here
in
the
market-place
?
"
"
They
wait
to
see
the
procession
pass
,
"
said
Hester
.
"
For
the
Governor
and
the
magistrates
are
to
go
by
,
and
the
ministers
,
and
all
the
great
people
and
good
people
,
with
the
music
and
the
soldiers
marching
before
them
.
"
"
And
will
the
minister
be
there
?
"
asked
Pearl
.
"
And
will
he
hold
out
both
his
hands
to
me
,
as
when
thou
led
's
t
me
to
him
from
the
brook-side
?
"
"
He
will
be
there
,
child
,
"
answered
her
mother
,
"
but
he
will
not
greet
thee
to-day
,
nor
must
thou
greet
him
.
"
"
What
a
strange
,
sad
man
is
he
!
"
said
the
child
,
as
if
speaking
partly
to
herself
.
"
In
the
dark
nighttime
he
calls
us
to
him
,
and
holds
thy
hand
and
mine
,
as
when
we
stood
with
him
on
the
scaffold
yonder
!
And
in
the
deep
forest
,
where
only
the
old
trees
can
hear
,
and
the
strip
of
sky
see
it
,
he
talks
with
thee
,
sitting
on
a
heap
of
moss
!
And
he
kisses
my
forehead
,
too
,
so
that
the
little
brook
would
hardly
wash
it
off
!
But
,
here
,
in
the
sunny
day
,
and
among
all
the
people
,
he
knows
us
not
;
nor
must
we
know
him
!
A
strange
,
sad
man
is
he
,
with
his
hand
always
over
his
heart
!
"
"
Be
quiet
,
Pearl
--
thou
understandest
not
these
things
,
"
said
her
mother
.
"
Think
not
now
of
the
minister
,
but
look
about
thee
,
and
see
how
cheery
is
everybody
's
face
to-day
.
The
children
have
come
from
their
schools
,
and
the
grown
people
from
their
workshops
and
their
fields
,
on
purpose
to
be
happy
,
for
,
to-day
,
a
new
man
is
beginning
to
rule
over
them
;
and
so
--
as
has
been
the
custom
of
mankind
ever
since
a
nation
was
first
gathered
--
they
make
merry
and
rejoice
:
as
if
a
good
and
golden
year
were
at
length
to
pass
over
the
poor
old
world
!
"
It
was
as
Hester
said
,
in
regard
to
the
unwonted
jollity
that
brightened
the
faces
of
the
people
.
