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She pulled herself painfully up the stairway and across the rough floor of the chamber to the window which looked toward her sister's house, and with a wild exultation flung the sheet far out and dropped on her knees beside the open window. She moaned and cried wildly as she waved the sheet. The note of a scared child was in her voice. "Oh, Serry, come quick! Oh, I need you, Serry!
"I am," said Emmy. "Ain't you, Serry?" "Why, of course," said Sarah, who was a little slower of speech. "I think the Deacon has done first rate. I ain't a word of fault to find, have you, Bill?" "Nope, not an ioty," said Bill, readily. Jim did not agree in so many words, but, as he said nothing, the Deacon ended: "Well, that settles it.
"Thirteen pans, six to Emmy, seven to Serry;" then hastened to add: "I'll balance that by giving the biggest of the two kittles to Emmy. Rollin' pin and cake board to Serry, two flat-irons to Emmy, small tub to Emmy, large one to Serry, balanced by the tin water pail.
As Harkey drove off down the road he said to his wife: "The sooner we have it, the fewer things 'll git carried off. The Deacon don't favor me none, and Bill Gray is sweet on Serry, and he'll bear watchin'." The Deacon on his part took his chin in his fist and looked after Harkey. "Seemed a little bit anxious, 'cordin' to my notion," he said, with a smile.
Shep hit his own head with his fist in a comically significant gesture. "Brains! What d' ye call 'em, Milt? Correscations of the serry beltum." Shepard was a short youth with thick yellow hair, and a comically serious quality in the twist of his long upper lip. Milton grinned. "Convolutions of the cerebrum, I s'pose you're driving at. Shep comes to school to have fun," Milton explained to Bradley.
With swift, heavy tread Sarah hurried up the stairs, and the dear old face shone upon her again; those kind gray eyes full of anxiety and of love. Emma looked up like a child entreating to be lifted. Her look so pitifully eager went to the younger sister's maternal heart. "You poor, dear soul! Why didn't you send for me before?" "Oh, Serry, don't leave me again, will you?" When Mrs.
"Why so?" asked Jim Harkey, a sullen-faced man of thirty. "Because a shote is hard to carry off and I can balance " "Well, I guess you can balance f'r Em 'bout as well as f'r Serry." The Deacon was willing to yield a point. "Any objection, Bill? If not, why " "Nope, let her go," said Bill. "What 'ave you got to say 'bout it?" asked Jim, insolently. Bill turned his slow bulk.
'I have seen him, Milo writes somewhere, 'ride into a serry of knights, singing, throwing up and catching again his great sword Gaynpayn; then, all of a sudden, stiffen as with a gush of sap in his veins, dart his head forward, gather his horse together under him, and fling into the midst of them like a tiger into a herd of bulls.
Dozen clo'se-pins; half an' half, six o' one, half-dozen t'other," he said with a smile at his own joke, while the others actively placed the articles in separate piles. "Stove to Serry, because she has the house, bureau to Emmy." At this point Mrs. Gray said, "I guess that ain't quite even, Deacon; the bureau ain't worth much." "Oh, no, no, that's all right!
I didn't mean to be mean; I want to see you so! Oh, dear, oh, dear! Oh, Serry, come quick!" Then space and the world slipped away, and she knew nothing of time again until she heard the anxious voice of Sarah below. "Emmy, where are you, Emmy?" "Here I be, Serry."
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