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"Well, I don't care!" said Statira, "I know who I mean." "I don't," said 'Manda Grier. "And I didn't know who you meant this afternoon when you was standin' watch 't the window, and says you, 'There! there he is! and I had to run so quick with the dipper of water I had in my hand to water the plants that I poured it all over the front of my dress." "Do you believe her?" asked Statira.
'Manda Grier was by, and she watched her till she could bear the sight no longer. She snatched the letter from the girl's hands and ran it through, and then she flung it on the ground. "Nasty, cold-hearted, stuck-up, shameless thing!" "Oh, don't, 'Manda; don't, 'Manda!" sobbed Statira, and she plunged her face into the pillows of the bed, where she sat.
"'Manda Grier says 'twould killed me up there; and I d' know but what it would. I done so well here, since the cold weather set in that 'Manda Grier she thinks I hadn't better get married right away; well, not till it comes summer, anyway. I tell her I guess she don't want I should get married at all, after all she done to help it along first off. Her and Mr.
She offered to put the key in, and then she stopped. "Well! I'm great! Who are we going to find it for first?" "Oh, company first," said 'Manda Grier. "You company, Mr. Barker?" asked Statira, looking at Lemuel over her shoulder. "I hope not," said Lemuel gallantly, at last. "Well, I declare!" said Statira.
What do you think, Mr. Barker, of havin' to set at that window every Sunday for the last three weeks, and keep watch of both sidewalks till you get such a crick in your neck, and your eyes so set in your head, you couldn't move either of 'em?" "Now, 'Manda Grier!" said Statira from Lemuel's shoulder.
Lemuel watched breathlessly; he was not sure that he knew what kind of fate she meant, but he thought he knew, and it made his heart beat quick. 'Manda Grier had passed the ribbon through the ring of the key, which was left outside of the leaves, and now she took hold of the key with her two forefingers.
Barker?" "Yes," said Lemuel delightedly; "you've got to, Miss Dudley." "Miss Dudley!" repeated 'Manda Grier. "How that does sound." "I don't know as it sounds any worse than Mr. Barker," said Lemuel. "Well," said 'Manda Grier judicially, "I she'd think it was 'bout time they was both of 'em dropped, 'T any rate, I don't want you should call me Miss Grier Lemuel." "Oh!" cried Statira.
It was now nearly a fortnight since the sketching began, and he had let one Sunday night pass without mentioning it. He could not let another pass, and he knew 'Manda Grier would say they were a good while about it, and would show her ignorance, and put Statira up to asking all sorts of things.
Barker?" she gasped, and then they all laughed together till Statira said, "Well, I shall surely die! Now, 'Manda Grier, it's your turn. And you see if I don't pay you up." "I guess I ain't afraid any," retorted 'Manda Grier. "The book 'll do what it pleases, in spite of you."
She went to bed with the matter still undecided, and the first thing she thought of when she opened her eyes the next day was the ring. A conversation overheard between her mother and Manda, the cook, added to her uneasiness. "Miss Mary, did you know there was a 'tective loafin' round town?" "A detective? No, I did not. If there is, it won't make any difference to you and me," answered Mrs.
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