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It was evidently a heavier load than she had expected, for, at first, her end went down even lower than when Moses held it, yet she rallied instantly, and with all her might lifted it to a level with Susanna's, who was as instantly won by this action, and exclaimed, exultantly: "There, Moses Jones! What did I tell you? Ain't no heft in it, not a mite.
"Well, you simply don't approve of it," the woman returned, resentfully. "You can set there, blessed with good health and life, and plenty to eat and wear, and actually begrudge the little mite of respect that is paid to the helpless dead.
I trust I do not intrude." Georgianna was still speechless, in which unwonted condition she was not alone, Messrs. Bangs and Tidditt being also stricken dumb. But Captain Cy rose to the occasion grandly. "Intrude?" he repeated. "Not a mite of it! Mighty glad to see you, Heman. Here, give us your hat. Pull up to the table. When did you get back? Thought you was in the orange groves somewheres."
"He would be a mite if he were no bigger than the schoolmaster," put in that lady of majestic stature, Liza Branthwaite. Then Ralph sang in his deep baritone, "Fear no more the heat o' the sun." And the click of the spinning-wheels seemed to keep time to the slow measure of the fine old song. Laddie, the collie, was there. He lay at Ralph's feet with a solemn face.
"It is perfectly impossible for you to offer the umbrella that Anna gave you to that brat," murmured common-sense; "very likely her father would pawn it for gin." "But the child looks ill," remonstrated impulse. "Anna would be sure to think of the poor mite first." But it was doubtful which voice would have prevailed but for a chance word. "Oh, dad, there is a big drop it quite splashed my face.
Willie did not look up but evidently he caught the note of impatience in the younger man's tone, for he drawled quizzically: "Don't it strike you as a mite peculiar that a buckle should go to Boston with D. L. H. on it an' come home marked C. L. G.?" "What!" "That's what's on it C. L. G. See for yourself." "It can't be." "Come an' have a look."
One tiny mite, with her head in bandages, and a little black shawl on, was introduced to me as "une blessée, madame." Another little boy in the hospital is always spoken of gravely as "the civilian." Every man, woman, and child got a treat or a present or a good dinner. The wounded had turkey, and all they could eat, and the children got toys and sweets off the tree.
"The resks in life come along fast enough, without runnin' to meet 'em," continued the old man. "There's good dough in Rose, but it ain't more'n half riz. Let somebody come along an' drop in a little more yeast, or set the dish a little mite nearer the stove, an' you'll see what'll happen." "Steve's kept house for himself some time, an' I guess he knows more about bread-makin' than you do."
When they had wrapped the baby's arm in remedies and cotton-wool, Gyp went into her bedroom, and, throwing herself down on her bed, burst into a passion of weeping, smothering it deep in her pillow. It was the crying of sheer rage. The brute! Not to have control enough to stop short of digging his claws into that precious mite! Just because the poor little thing cried at that cat's stare of his!
They broke into laughter, like children, and held each other's hands. "I ain't had a mite o' dinner," said Amelia happily, as they stepped together into the kitchen. "Nor you! An' Rosie didn't eat her pie. You blaze up the fire, an' I'll fry some eggs." "Now we've got red o' the men-folks," said Mrs. Robbins, "le's se' down an' talk it over."
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