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After my midday meal I felt strangely weary; perhaps all my excitements had been too much for me. When Mrs Dick came back to say that she had posted my letter I was almost asleep; but her manner was so strange that it roused me. She could hardly speak from anxiety and terror. "Oh," she cried, "they have raised the whole country. My Dick'll be taken. He will. He will.
One day he came into the city-room where I was working and bending over my desk fairly bursting with suppressed humor announced, "Gee, Dreiser, I've just thought of a delicious trick to play on Dick! Oh, Lord!" and he stopped and surveyed me with beady eyes the while his round little body seemed to fairly swell with pent-up laughter. "It's too rich! Oh, if it just works out Dick'll be sore!
So he must lie low till we've arranged the alibi, as they call it. Everybody has to have an alibi. And so my Dick'll have one, just to make sure. Mind your head against the stair." I crawled out, rubbing my eyes. "Where shall I go to?" I asked. "Oh," she said. "Until we find out, you had better go in the stable, in among the feed in the box, or covered up in the hay."
Will the people where your brother lives speak for you?" "Oh, yes!" cried the little fellow, his cheeks flushing; "I know Dick'll ask 'em to give me a caricter. Miss Edith, I often cleaned 'er boots.
Just tell us what Dick'll need, and don't let's have any nonsense. The money's all provided. How do you know what'll become of him? He may be governor yet " "He mought preach." That idea had suddenly dawned upon the perplexed mind of Mrs. Lee, and Dick's fate was settled. She was prouder than ever of her boy, and, truth to tell, her opposition was only what Mrs.
"Surely, I'll hunt you up. Good-bye." She was the only one who made any pretension of saying good-bye to Lane. They all crowded out before Helen, with Mackay in the rear. From the hall Lane heard him say to Helen: "Dick'll sure go to the mat with you for this." Presently Helen returned to shut the door behind her; and her walk toward Lane had a suggestion of the oriental dancer.
"O don't! don't!" cried the girl, covering her face again, and sobbing bitterly. "You can't you sha'n't marry Ormsby. Dick'll haunt you and sooner than you know." "I've thought of that," sobbed the girl, "and I've tried to conquer it." "Besides, no man is dead in a war till his body is buried. Get one lover under ground before you lead the other over his grave."
"Yes, she's gone. Nan, you was inquirin' about, wa'n't you? It's all right. I shouldn't ask any questions, if I was you: not yet anyways. I've got a kind of an idea Dick'll be takin' the noon back to Boston. Maybe his mother, too. But there!" This last was as if it were too much to hope for, and she lifted the tray and hurried away with it to Old Crow's room.
He had thrown Anne back upon her humiliated self. He had tossed Nan forward into Dick's generation and hers. But here was the difference. She wasn't going to cry out, "You don't love me." Instead, she turned to him, shivering a little and drawing her scarf about her shoulders. "We'd better go down," she said. "It's getting cold. Dick'll be wondering."
Melsh is a dialect word for unripe, and the popular belief is that Melsh Dick keeps guard over unripe nuts; while "Melsh Dick'll catch thee, lad" was formerly a threat used to frighten children when they went a-nutting in the hazel-shaws.
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