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She died of the breast-complaint; some calls it the galloping consumpt'." "I allus allowed if Uncle Joshuay and them other preachers had a-helt off and let maw alone a while in her grief," broke in Marthy's gentle voice, "she never would have gone so far.
But Seth, who never minded Marthy's stings and jibes, only remarked: "The recipy for them bitters was given to me by a blame good doctor." "That cuts you out, Wiggins," the Squire said playfully. "No, I don't care about standing father to Seth's bitters," "Doc" Wiggins remarked, "but I've tasted worse stuff on a cold night."
They was jest a singin' 'The Light of the World is Jesus, I shall never forgit, when I was down to camp-meetin' to Marthy's Vin'yard a good while ago there was a little blind boy stood up on a bench and sung it all alone; and it made me cry to see him standin' there with his poor little white face, and eyes that couldn't see a' one of all the faces lookin' up to him, a singin' that out as bold and free, and he did pronounce the words so beautiful so as everybody could hear I can hear him a singin' of it out, now 'The Light of the World is Jesus. And I suppose we git to thinkin' that the light's in our eyes, maybe, or the light's in the sun, or the light's in the lamp, maybe.
I wouldn't 'a' missed this for a dollar," she cried. "It jest does my soul good. More'n that, if you really like Marthy's dishes and are going to take care of them and use them right, I'll give you mine, too. I ain't never had a girl.
A gleam of satisfaction brightened Marthy's hard, blue eyes. "No, he ain't. He's in the root suller. You want some bread and some nice, new honey, Billy Louise? I jest took it outa the hive this morning. When you go home, I'll send some to your maw if you can carry it." "Sure! I can carry anything that's good. If you put it on thick, so I can't taste the bread, I'll eat it.
Mechanically she picked it up and held it so that the light from the window struck it full. This was Charlie's face Charlie with the falsely frank smile in his eyes, and with his lips curved as they did when he was just going to say, "Now, Aunt Martha!" in tender protest against her too eager industry. Marthy's chin began to quiver while she looked.
You might telephone to the stores where you are in the habit of trading and inform them that I have charge of your household now. They will then expect me." "Oh, well! All right," he said, but doubtfully. "I have not yet brought my bag from Marthy's, next door. I will go after it when dinner is over, while Janice clears the table. I will send for my trunk, which is at Marietteville, later."
You'll git paid back, an' I'll take your figgers fer what I owe, but if you git after Charlie, I'll kill yuh. You let 'im go, I'm the one he hurt most and I ain't goin' " She laid her frowsy old head on her arms, like one who is utterly crushed and dumb. "Oh, Marthy!" Billy Louise knelt and threw her arms around Marthy's shoulders.
Another whiff of the frying-pan, and George got up. He dared not poke his nose into Marthy's lap, there were too many chunks of wood within easy reach of her hand. So he sidled up to Jonathan, rubbing his nose against his big knees, whining hungrily, looking up into his face. "I tell ye," said Jonathan, smiling at me, patting the dog as he spoke, "this yere George hez got more sense'n most men.
"You'll find her, all right," he added encouragingly. "Oh, Ward! That must be Marthy's nephew. What will he think?" "Does it matter such a h a deuce of a lot what he thinks?" Ward went on with his interrupted scrubbing. "His name is Charlie Fox, and he's been to college and he worked in a bank," Billy Louise went on nervously. "He's going to live here with Marthy and run the ranch.
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