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"I almost hate to leave it," said aunt Corinne, "because we did have a good time after we were scared so bad." "Seems as if a body always hates to leave a place," remarked Bobaday. "The next people that come along will never know we lived here one night. But we'll always remember it." Grandma Padgett before entering the carriage, was trying to make the pedler take pay for the food her family ate.
If "Padgett, M.P.", would go out to India in the hot rather than in the cold weather, and instead of either merely enjoying the splendid hospitality of the chief centres of Anglo-Indian society, or borrowing his views of British administration from the Indian politicians of the large cities, would spend some of his time with a civilian in an up-country station and follow his daily round of work amidst the real people of India, he would probably come home with very different and much more accurate ideas of what India is and of what the relations are between the Anglo-Indian official and the natives of the country.
I knowed you hadn't made the right turn somehow." Grandma Padgett mentioned her experience with the Dutch landlord and the ford, both of which Zene had avoided by taking another cross-road that he had neglected to indicate to them. He said he thought they would see the wagon-track and foller, not bein' fur behind.
Oh, I wouldn't go to the Eeleenoy," said the wagon-maker coaxingly. "You're better off here, if you only knew it." As Grandma Padgett heard this remonstrance with silent dignity, the wagon-maker took himself off with a few additional remarks. Then they began to make themselves snug for the night. The wagon-cover was taken off and made into a tent for Grandma Padgett and aunt Corinne.
One day there came to our hotel a typical representative of "Padgett, M.P." He was a member of the House of Commons who, having a couple of days to spare at Gibraltar, had run across the Straits to learn all about Morocco in the space of four-and-twenty hours. In the smoking-room after dinner he aired his opinions with all the confidence begotten of his Parliamentary dignity.
But there was recognition in her face very different from the puzzled and crouching obedience she had yielded to the one who claimed her before. "They've been dosing her again," pronounced Grandma Padgett severely. "And she's all beat out tramping, poor little thing!" said one of the neighborhood mothers. "Look at them dusty feet!" Mrs.
She said she knew it; everybody was going to die some day, and she couldn't help it and wasn't going to be sorry for any such thing! Poor Adeline: many a year she's been gone, and I'm movin' further away from the old home." Grandma Padgett lifted the lines and slapped them on the backs of old Hickory and Henry.
"Do you s'pose she will ever be clear awake, Ma Padgett?" inquired, aunt Corinne. "She'll drowse it off by and by," replied Ma Padgett. "The rubbing I give her this morning, and the stuff the Richmond doctor made her swallow, will bring her out right." "She's so pretty," mused aunt Corinne. "I'd like to have her hair if she never wanted it any more." "That's a covetous spirit.
Zene, limping down from his wagon, listened to this lucid statement. "O Zene," exclaimed aunt Corinne, "I'm so glad you and Ma Padgett have come! But we knew you wouldn't go on to Brother Tip's without us. Bobaday said you'd wait till we got back, and we ran right straight out of town."
If the tavern had any proprietor, he combined farming with tavern keeping. His hay and wheat fields came close to the garden, and his corn stood rank on rank up the hills. "They must be all asleep in there," fretted Grandma Padgett. The woman with her arms over the half door had not stirred. "Shall I run in?" said Bobaday. "Yes, and ask if Zene stopped here. I don't see a sign of the wagon."
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