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"Shan't I do, Miss Lucy?" said Bessy; "aunty is so particular; she does not know that I made a monstrous slit in my frock as I got into the carriage. I pinned it up, however, as well as I could, though I was forced to take the pins out of my dress for it. I shall run it up to-morrow, for, if she sees it, poor I will be forced to darn it thread by thread; so do lend me a pin or two, dear girls."
He looked at the nails hammered in without a crack or bruise in the wood, then laughed again. "Get your and the baby's hats, Lydia. We stopped to take you for a ride." Lydia's eyes danced, then she shook her head. "I can't! The bread's in baking and I'm watching it." "Where's Lizzie?" "She went in town to do the marketing! Darn it! Don't I have awful luck?"
"Well, keep your teeth shut down on it, then, darn yuh!" he growled. "That's the Injun of it I know YOU! Screech-owl huh! You said when you left it was an Indian and that's why we didn't take after it ourselves. We don't want to get the whole bunch down on us like they are on you and if there was one acting up around here, we knew blamed well it was on your account for what happened to-day.
"I was waitin' to make sure," Matt explained. "I was mighty glad when I heard you whistle again. It's hard work waitin'. I just sat there an' thought an' thought ... oh, all kinds of things. It's remarkable what a fellow'll think about. And then there was a darn cat that kept movin' around the house an' botherin' me with its noises." "An' it's fat!" Jim exclaimed irrelevantly and with joy.
Motionless, the little group hung hard upon the story-teller, when the door opened quickly, a red head appeared, a rasping voice broke in: "Your class report, Mr. Dunbar, please. We're waiting for it." A sigh of disappointment and regret swept the room. "Oh, darn the little woodpecker!" said Ewen from the outside, in a disgusted tone. "That's the way with Hayes.
"With anybody pouting in the house I just 'ain't got heart to do nothing. I don't see, Sadie, that you had such fine connections in the East that you shouldn't be satisfied here." "You just leave my friends in the East out of it. If you wanna know it, they're a darn sight better than the wads of respectability I see waddlin' in here to swap Kaffee Klatsches with you!"
"I'll convey your report. What's your name? You didn't give it me." "Sikkem. Sikkem Bruce. I'm out at Spruce Crossing, back ther' in the hills. It's jest a piece. Mebbe three miles, wher' this stream makes a joining with the Gophir Creek. Say " "Well?" Elvine inquired as he paused. "You ain't makin' no complaint to the boss, ma'am? It was jest a darn fool mistake of mine. It surely was.
When I think of the many different kinds of a fool I am I wish some good trained mule would come along and kick me." "That's all right, Oscar," said Jim, "you've been no bigger fool than I have. We'll get busy now, won't we?" Oscar flushed as Jim smiled at him. "Darn it, Mr. Manning," he said, "why haven't you looked at me that way before?" Then he laughed with the others.
To be up by half past five o'clock in the chill of all the winter mornings, to build the fire and cook the breakfast and sweep the floor, to hurry away, faint and weak, over the raw, slippery streets, to climb at half past six the endless stairs and stand at the endless loom, and hear the endless wheels go buzzing round, to sicken in the oily smells, and deafen at the remorseless noise, and weary of the rough girl swearing at the other end of the pass; to eat her cold dinner from a little cold tin pail out on the stairs in the three-quarters-of-an-hour recess; to come exhausted home at half past six at night, and get the supper, and brush up about the shoemaker's bench, and be too weak to eat; to sit with aching shoulders and make the button-holes of her best dress, or darn her father's stockings, till nine o'clock; to hear no bounding step or cheery whistle about the house; to creep into bed and lie there trying not to think, and wishing that so she might creep into her grave, this not for one winter, but for all the winters, how should you like it, you young girls, with whom time runs like a story?
"She can think what she darn pleases all we got to do is deliver the goods right up to the handle, on these claims and not let her prove anything on us." "It'll take a lot uh fencing," Happy Jack croaked pessimistically. "We ain't got the money to buy wire and posts, ner the time to build the fence." "What's the matter with rang-herding 'em?"
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