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Or something your motha's got her heat set on? Or one of your brothas? My, if you don't have it, some one else will! Do take it!" The girl kept slipping toward the door. "I shouldn't know what to tell them, when I got home. They would think I must be out of my senses." "I guess you mean they'd think I was. Now, listen to me a minute!" Mrs. Lander persisted.
"Oh, yes, I've got to go," Clementina assented, with a note of relief which mystified Mrs. Atwell. "You tied readin' to Mr. Milray?" "Oh, no'm-no, I mean. But I guess I betta go home. I guess I've been away long enough." "Well, you're a good gul, Clem. I presume your motha's got a right to have you home if she wants you."
Both your payrints livin'?" "Yes'm. Oh, yes, indeed!" "And your mother, is she real rugged? She need to be, with such a flock of little ones!" "Yes, motha's always well. Fatha was just run down, the doctas said, and ought to keep more in the open air. That's what he's done since he came he'e. He helped a great deal on the house and he planned it all out himself." "Is he a ca'penta?" asked Mrs.
Landa he'd get out, and make an urrand, just so's to look in at the kitchen dooa; he said it made him think of his own motha's kitchen. We was both brought up in the country, that's a fact, and I guess if the truth was known we both expected to settle down and die thea, some time; but now he's gone, and I don't know what'll become o' me, and sometimes I don't much care. I guess if Mr.
Or something your motha's got her heat set on? Or one of your brothas? My, if you don't have it, some one else will! Do take it!" The girl kept slipping toward the door. "I shouldn't know what to tell them, when I got home. They would think I must be out of my senses." "I guess you mean they'd think I was. Now, listen to me a minute!" Mrs. Lander persisted.
Both your payrints livin'?" "Yes'm. Oh, yes, indeed!" "And your mother, is she real rugged? She need to be, with such a flock of little ones!" "Yes, motha's always well. Fatha was just run down, the doctas said, and ought to keep more in the open aia. That's what he's done since he came he'e. He helped a great deal on the house and he planned it all out himself." "Is he a ca'penta?" asked Mrs.
"Oh, yes, I've got to go," Clementina assented, with a note of relief which mystified Mrs. Atwell. "You tied readin' to Mr. Milray?" "Oh, no'm-no, I mean. But I guess I betta go home. I guess I've been away long enough." "Well, you're a good gul, Clem. I presume your motha's got a right to have you home if she wants you."
Landa he'd get out, and make an urrand, just so's to look in at the kitchen dooa; he said it made him think of his own motha's kitchen. We was both brought up in the country, that's a fact, and I guess if the truth was known we both expected to settle down and die thea, some time; but now he's gone, and I don't know what'll become o' me, and sometimes I don't much care. I guess if Mr.
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