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"Git out!" she repeated bashfully. "If you git me to cryin', Val Peyson, I'll wish you was in Halifax. You go to bed, 'n' go to sleep, er I'll " She almost ran from the room. Outside, she stopped in a darkened corner of the hallway and stood for some minutes with her checked gingham apron pressed tightly over her face, and several times she sniffed audibly.
But he heerd the little cryin' ag'in, and he run along on to find the child. But he couldn't find it; every time he'd think he was close to it, he'd hear the cryin' a little further off. And he'd go on and on, a-stumblin' over stones and fallin' over logs and a-steppin' into holes, but stickin' to it, and forgettin' everything only that little cryin' voice ahead of him.
"I was waked up, 'cause there was consid'able of a scuffle; for Hokum was so mad at Toddy for speakin', that he was a fistin' on him; and old Primus he jest haw-hawed and laughed. 'Wal, I got my money safe, anyhow, says he. "'Wal, come to, says I. ''Tain't no use cryin' for spilt milk: you've jest got to turn in now and fill up this 'ere hole, else the selectmen 'll be down on ye.
Will he escape? And men wuz thinkin', Where is she? Is she safe? Love puts the question, and Fear and Horrer answers it. As I rushed along cryin' Fire! winders wuz throwed up, doors opened, and in less time than I can tell on't, Surf Avenue wuz full of people. Frenzied cries and shouts rung through the air.
"I'd place heap mo' dependence in Eveliny ef she didn't hev this hyar way o' cryin' all the time. She 'lows she's glad she kem so glad she hev lef Abs'lom fur good an' all an' then she busts out a-cryin' agin. I ain't able ter argufy on sech." "Shucks! wimmen air always a-cryin', an' they don't mean nuthin' by it," exclaimed the old man, in the plenitude of his wisdom.
The speaker drew her brown skin into a network of wrinkles. "Where'd she find 'im?" Lafe burst forth, "Of course he can't stay " Mrs. Grandoken checked the cobbler's words with a rough gesture. "Hush a minute! She got 'im over near the plank walk on the hill he was cryin' for 'is ma." Lafe was plainly agitated.
"Don't you do it!" she commanded. "Don't you dast to do it! I'll I'll stop cryin'. I I'm goin' to if you'll only wait and give me a chance. There! There! See, I'm I'm stoppin' now." And, with one tremendous sniff and a violent rub of her hand across her nose, stop she did. But she was still the complete picture of misery. "Why, what IS the matter?" demanded Galusha.
She went to the bed and bent over her. "Eh! you mustn't cry like that there!" she begged. "You mustn't for sure. I didn't know you'd be vexed. I don't know anythin' about anythin' just like you said. I beg your pardon, Miss. Do stop cryin'." There was something comforting and really friendly in her queer Yorkshire speech and sturdy way which had a good effect on Mary.
His face looked so queer, I worried some thinkin' I should git him to cryin' instead of laughin'; but I hurried and told him how our statesmen would flare up now and then and turribly threaten the Mormon who keeps on marryin' some new wives every little while, and then elect him to Congress, and sculp his head on our warship to show foreign nations that America approves of such doin's.
Bring them all out here but what is this? why are you all cryin'? Sure; there's nothing wrong an' why do you cry?" The other members of the family then assembled with tearful faces, and the good old man proceeded: "Thomas M'Mahon, stand before me." The latter, with uncovered head, did so; and his father resumed: "Thomas M'Mahon, you're the only livin' son I have, an' I'm now makin' my Will.
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