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"Grandpa," said Jewel, looking at him with gentle reproach, "you're not laughing at Dr. Ballard, are you? He's the kindest man. I love him, next to you, best of anybody in Bel-Air" then thinking this declaration might hurt her aunt and cousin, she added, "because I know him the best, you know.
"Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didn't see nothing of it at all and god mad as blazes, and concluded we were a lot of sheep, just because we didn't do what he wanted done. It's a pity old Grandpa Henderson got killed yestirday he'd have known that we did our best and fought good. It's just our awful luck, that's what." "I should say so," replied the friend.
It's very hard on clothes going down the ravine, and she's left it there. Don't you think, grandpa, you ought to put it back?" for to her great surprise her punctilious and particular relative was shaking the fine skirt about recklessly and examining it. "Here's a name," he said, bringing his prize to Jewel and showing her an oblong bit of white cloth, much as tailors use inside dresses.
Mother said at breakfast there was neither sense nor justice in the way Grandpa always has acted and she said she would wager all she was worth that he would live to regret it. She said it wasn't natural, and when people undertook to controvert ain't that a peach? Bet there isn't a woman in ten miles using that word except Ma nature they always hurt themselves worse than they hurt their victims.
The man disappeared and came out again. "There's your paper, grandpa," said Fleda. "Ay, and something else," said Mr. Ringgan: "I declare! 'Miss Fleda Ringgan care of E. Ringgan, Esq. There, dear, there it is." "Paris!" exclaimed Fleda, as she clasped the letter and both her hands together. The butternuts and Mr. Didenhover were forgotten at last.
"He's grandpa to all us six little Bunkers," added Laddie. "We thought it was a big cannon," he went on, speaking about the noise. "I seem to have stirred up some excitement," remarked the man who owned the new automobile. "I had better get away from here before I have the police after me," and he laughed, to show he was only joking.
"Grandpa Ford!" fairly shouted Russ, dropping the valise he was carrying, and hurrying to be clasped in the old gentleman's arms. "Grandpa Ford!" cried Laddie and Vi together, just as twins often do. "Yes, I'm Grandpa Ford!" said the old gentleman, smiling and kissing the children one after the other. "You didn't expect to see me, did you?" "Hardly so soon," said Mrs. Bunker. "But we are glad!
Sometimes he kicked abstractedly at dandelions that curved over the walk. Any one could see that he was much troubled. "There's Sickles's colt over in the medder, Jimmie," said the old man. "Don't you wish you owned one like him?" "Um," said the boy, with a strange lack of interest. He continued his reflections. Then finally he ventured: "Grandpa now was that true what you was telling those men?"
"It's burning blue, just like the light we saw on the island one night." "And how queer it smells!" exclaimed Hal. "Sulphur!" ejaculated Grandpa Martin. He and the children looked at the queer blue fire that seemed to come from inside the rock. What could it mean? Grandpa Martin stood looking down at the queer, burning rock.
"Be wise, Christina, be wise," warned her mother, after she had rejoiced mildly with her, "I'm often feared for you, when I see you so bent on the things of the world." Christina pulled her high spirits down to a discreet level and went back to the corner of the kitchen, where Grandpa sat in his old rocker, to share the joyful tidings with him.
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