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Write to me, my own girl, every day, and here's a five-pound note to buy your stamps with." On his sacred promise of honor to write to her himself every day, and to let no black Gallic eyes eclipse her "orbs of English blue," Mattie Jones allowed her lover an extra liberal allowance of good-bye kisses.
"It's on account of fixing up the window," said Richard. "Partly that, and partly getting used to customers and the run of stock," replied Frank. They were soon on the way home. Richard had sent his letter to his mother the day previous, and was now expecting one in return. "Here is your usual letter," said Mattie Massanet, appearing at the door. "Thank you," replied Richard.
"I'm sorry about this, Mattie," he replied; "I've been powerful happy along with you and all of us. David, be a likely boy." He walked out of the room, across the grass to the stable shed. "He's going to drive to Elbow Barren," David muttered; "and he hadn't ought to have left me to tend the cows and chickens. That's for a woman to do. I ought to be right along with him facing down those Hatburns.
"To get prepared for company, and city company at that, and then have company not come!" she resumed, casting a glance at Mattie, to see if she could discern in her countenance what impression she had made. But Mattie remained silent and thoughtful. "It's not Mr. Gusher's fault, though. We must charge it all to the storm, I suppose. Then I did want you to see Mr. Gusher so much, my daughter.
Tiffany couldn't tell why they had ever accepted that situation. It didn't seem to her even decent. "You'll perplex me greatly, dear Aunt Mattie, if you don't let her remain now!" said Eleanor, looking up from her packing. This remark, cryptic though it was, came as a fresh shower to Mrs. Tiffany's curiosity.
Well, I've done all I can all I'm going to do. If Jed's determined to go, he must go, I s'pose." Mattie would not let herself cry, although she felt like it. She went out and picked apples instead. Mattie might have remained so and Jedediah's romance might never have reached a better ending, if it had not been for Selena, who came over just then to help Mattie pick the golden russets.
As for the Cranes well, they were lazy and shiftless, for the most part. It would be a mésalliance for an Adams to marry a Crane. Still, it would doubtless have happened for Mattie, though a meek-looking damsel, had a mind of her own had it not been for Selena Ford, Mattie's older sister.
"This mornin', while Roger was gone after them long, narrow pills that has to be swallowed endways unless you want to choke to death, I reckoned I'd try it on my back. So I says, right out loud: 'My back don't hurt me. It is all imagination. I can't have no pain because there ain't no such thing. Then I stood up right quick, and Lord!" Miss Mattie shook her head sadly at the recollection.
My husband said: "Now, Mattie, be reasonable; all the army women keep house with these utensils; the regiment will move soon, and then what should we do with a lot of tin pans and such stuff? You know a second lieutenant is allowed only a thousand pounds of baggage when he changes station." This was a hard lesson, which I learned later.
Captain Bowes's merchandizing in the matter of exchange was as open as the issuing of rations. His agent in conducting the bargaining was a Raider a New York gambler and stool-pigeon whom we called "Mattie." He dealt quite fairly, for several times when the exchange was interrupted, Bowes sent the money back to those who had paid him, and received it again when the exchange was renewed.
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