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"There ain't no gittin' round that," agreed the assembled company, "now is there, Mis' Bascom?" Old Mrs. Bascom wet her finger, smoothed the parting of her false front, and looked inscrutable. "I don't see why you're so secret," objected Diadema. "I've got my opinions, and I've had 'em some time," observed the good lady. "I don't know 's I'm bound to tell 'em and have 'em held up to ridicule.
A light flickered on the porch where Hannah hovered around the supper table, puzzled and annoyed. "I'm glad somebody's come at last," she exclaimed a trifle tartly. "Every bug on the ridge has been staring at the supper table through the screens. And I promised Mis' Owen to drive over there to-night with Hughie." "Where's Brian?" "He went down to the village with Joan." "And Don?"
"I think you'll find it pleasanter a-stoppin' here," he said, "if Mis' Dimar'll board ye until the time fur startin' home. Her sperrit was so up that she said she didn't aim to see you no more, an' you know how she is, Esmeraldy, when her sperrit's up." The girl went and clung around his neck, kneeling at his side, and shedding tears.
I had a baby at my breast and Tom by my knee when he went away from us, and I know now it was the call laid on me to take up his work that saved me. When I got back from the funeral and had laid the baby on the bed Mis' Jim Petway come a-running up the road crying that Ellen, her youngest child, were a-choking to death with croup.
Now, like all good parents, Mis and his mate were a bit particular about what sort of neighborhood they should choose for their home; for the bringing up of a family, even if it is a small one, is most important. A peaceful place and a sunny exposure they must have; there must be good hunting near at hand; and one more thing, too, was necessary.
That place we're comin' to is Swan Tavern, and if it could talk it could tell things that big men said, that it could. This heah house is where Mis' Mary, the mother of Marse George Washington, used to live when she got too old to boss the farm.
"Well, I reckons Miss Peggy's cravin' fer her luncheon, an' it's high time she done got it, too. Is yo' know de time?" "Cou'se I knows de time," brindled Cynthia, "but 'pears lak time don' count wid some folks. Kin YO' see de clock, Mis' Jones?" The question was sprung so suddenly that Minerva jumped.
I don't know anything to do but to say it now." Mis' Winslow had not taken off her cloak. She sat on the edge of her chair, with her hands deep in its pockets, her black knit "fascinator" fallen back from her hair. She was looking down at her cloth overshoes, and she went on speaking as if she had hardly heard what Mis' Bates had interposed. "He'll get in on the express," she said; "Mary said so.
"When I saw the look on Josh's face at that, I'd have hauled off and cuffed Gid's head up to a pick, swan if I wouldn't, but the Marshall girl excuse me, Mis' Ward came tearin' down the path, and threw her arms round Josh's neck and cried, 'O my poor brother! And I came away. "It was too much for me. My eyes were so full that I run against a tree, and pretty near took a wheel off.
She put a spoonful of the food, stirred over a smoky fire, to the parched lips. "I'd suner, a sight, have a drink o' water," the sick woman said. "There ain't nothin' I fare ter crave 'cept water now." "There ain't no nouragement in water, Mis' Green. Take this here, instids," the neighbour said firmly. Two spoonfuls were swallowed with difficulty. "Come! Tha's as ter should be!
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