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I presume it's from always kind of havin' had her round under my feet ever since she was born, as you may say, and seein' her family always so shiftless. Well, I can't say that of Frank, either. He's turned out a fine boy; but the father! Cynthy is one of the most capable girls, smart as a trap, and bright as a biscuit. She's masterful, too! she NEED to have a will of her own with Jeff."
"C-come to leave this book for Cynthy," said Jethro. Mr. Ware took it, mechanically. "Have you finished it?" he asked kindly. "All I want," replied Jethro, "all I want." He turned, and went down the slope. Twice the words rose to the minister's lips to call him back, and were suppressed. Yet what to say to him if he came? Mr.
"Why," exclaimed Cynthia, "one of them is that horrid girl everybody was looking at in the dining room last night." "D-don't like her, Cynthy?" said Jethro. "No," said Cynthia, "I don't." "Pretty hain't she pretty?" "She's brazen," declared Cynthia. It was, indeed, Miss Cassandra Hopkins, daughter of that Honorable Alva who according to Mr.
"And what's the reason you didn't want me to marry her when I came in here last summer and told you I'd asked her to?" "You know well enough what the reason was. It was part of the same thing as my wantin' you to be a lawyer; but I might knowed that if you didn't have Cynthy to go into court with you, and put the words into your mouth, you wouldn't make a speech that would" Mrs.
"Yes dear. Stop, what if you and me were to have some roast apples? wouldn't you like it?" "Well yes, I should, grandpa," said Fleda, understanding perfectly why he wished it, and wishing it herself for that same reason and no other. "Cynthy, let's have some of those roast apples," said Mr. Ringgan, "and a couple of bowls of milk here."
Humphreys went down to the town of Bethany and came back, affecting to have cashed a draft on his friend for two hundred dollars. The deeds were drawn, and a justice of the peace was to come the next morning and take the acknowledgment of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. This was what Jonas learned as he sat in the kitchen talking to Cynthy Ann.
"Because I didn't care for her, and I did care for you, Cynthy." "I don't believe it." Cynthia rose from the step, where she had been sitting, as if with renewed strength. "Go up and tell father to come down here. I want to see him." She turned and put her hand on the latch of the door. "You're not going in there, Cynthia," said Jeff. "It must be like death in there."
"Cynthy, I'm glad we didn't press that post-office matter it was worth more to me than all the post-offices in the Union to have that talk with General Grant." They waited some time longer under the tree, happy in the afterglow of this wonderful experience. Presently a clock struck twelve. "Why, it's dinner-time, Cynthy," said Ephraim.
With the restlessness of a man looking for some indefinable thing to turn up, Samuel was out on the porch waiting the return of his daughter. Jonas had come for Cynthy Ann, and was sitting on a "shuck-bottom" chair in front of the house. Andrew reached out his hand and greeted his brother cordially, and spoke civilly to Abigail. Then there was a pause, and Mrs.
This happened each time the editor of the "Herald" joined in the talk. As the men seated themselves they all nodded to her and said, "G'd evening, Cynthy." Harkless always called her Charmion; no one knew why. When he came in she moved around the table to a chair directly opposite him, and held that station throughout the meal, with her eyes fixed on his face. Mr.
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