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Sumfit performed a methodical "Ahem!" and noised the sole of her shoe on the gravel "so, and folks 'll think it's a mistake they made." "What's that?" the farmer pointed at a projection under Rhoda's shawl. "It is a present, father, for my sister," said Rhoda. "What is it?" the farmer questioned again. Mrs. Sumfit fawned before him penitently "Ah!
Fleming, my cart's at the gate, and I've got business, and she's my wife." The farmer called for Mrs. Sumfit to come up and pack Dahlia's box, and the forlorn woman made her way to the bedroom. All the house was silent. Rhoda closed her sight, and she thought: "Does God totally abandon us?" She let her father hear: "Father, you know that you are killing your child." "I hear ye, my lass," said he.
"It happens to women, too, does it not, mother?" said Dahlia. "They're most subject to trances, my sweet. From always imitatin' they imitates their deaths at last; and, oh!" Mrs. Sumfit was taken with nervous chokings of alarm at the thought. "Alone all dark! and hard wood upon your chest, your elbows, your nose, your toes, and you under heaps o' gravel!
"I must go and see that poor man covered." Mrs. Sumfit succumbed to a fit of resolution much under the pretence that it had long been forming. "Well, and mother," said Dahlia, checking her, "promise me. Put a feather on my mouth; put a glass to my face, before you let them carry me out. Will you? Rhoda promises. I have asked her." "Oh! the ideas of this girl!" Mrs. Sumfit burst out.
Sumfit, "I got that power over him, from doctorin' him, and cookin' for him, I persuaded him to help my poor Dahly in my blessed's need. I'd like him to do it by halves, but he can't." Master Gammon appeared round a corner of the house, his box, draped by his handkerchief, under his arm.
Sumfit continued, daring her irresponsive enemy to contradict her, with a threatening gaze. "He told me this tale, he did; and my belief's, his game 's, he gets me into a corner there to be laughed at! Mas' Gammon, if you're not a sly old man, you said, you did, he was drownded; your mother's brother's wife's brother; and he had a brother, and what he was to you that brother " Mrs.
"I do know, Mas' Gammon. And ought to: for don't I pour out to ye? It's five you take, and please, your cup, if you'll hand it over." "Four's my number, marm," Master Gammon reiterated resolutely. He sat like a rock. "If they was dumplins," moaned Mrs. Sumfit, "not four, no, nor five, 'd do till enough you'd had, and here we might stick to our chairs, but you'd go on and on; you know you would."
Sumfit: "Now, then, mother!" which caused her to fluster guiltily, she having likewise given her oath to be totally unquestioning, even as was Master Gammon, whom she watched with a deep envy. Mrs. Sumfit excused the anxious expression of her face by saying that she was thinking of her dairy, whither, followed by the veteran, she retired.
Sumfit and Master Gammon was, as to which first of them would be overpowered by curiosity to know the amount of their respective savings; and their confessions of mutual weakness and futile endeavours to extract one piece of gold from the hoard. "And now, think it or not," said Mrs.
"She begs," Mrs. Sumfit answered to him "She begs, William, on'y a short five minutes to pray by herself, which you will grant unto her, dear, you will. Lord! what's come upon us?" "Quick, and down with the box, then, mother," he rejoined. The box was dragged out, and Dahlia's door was shut, that she might have her last minutes alone.
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