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"And did you tell Zeb?" asked Austen. "Yes," Victoria admitted, "but I'm sorry I did, now." "What did Zeb say?" Victoria laughed in spite of herself, and gave a more or less exact though kindly imitation of Mr. Meader's manner. "He said that wimmen-folks had better stick to the needle and the duster, and not go pokin' about law business that didn't concern 'em.
"But that pump ain't 'goin'," declared Mrs. Day. "An' no knowin' when 'twill be goin'. We have ter lug all our water from Dickerson's." "Oh, gimme the bucket!" snapped Uncle Jason, putting his great, hairy hand inside the door and snatching the water-pail from the shelf. "Wimmen-folks is allus a-clatterin about suthin'!" Janice had never imagined people just like these relatives of hers.
"If I could see old Flint, I'd tell him what I thought of him usin' wimmen-folks to save 'em money," said Mr. Meader. "I knowed she wahn't that kind. And then that other thing come right on top of it." "What other thing?" "Say," demanded Mr. Meader, "don't you know?" "I know nothing," said Austen. "Didn't know Hilary Vane's be'n here?" "My father!" Austen ejaculated.
Why, the wimmen-folks of Vienny will put p'isen in your biscuits if you go home beat by anything that Smyrna can turn out. Git a-holt them bars! Clench your chaws! Now, damye, ye toggle-j'inted, dough-fingered, wall-eyed sons of sea-cooks, give her tar give her tar!"
"If I could see old Flint, I'd tell him what I thought of him usin' wimmen-folks to save 'em money," said Mr. Meader. "I knowed she wahn't that kind. And then that other thing come right on top of it." "What other thing?" "Say," demanded Mr. Meader, "don't you know?" "I know nothing," said Austen. "Didn't know Hilary Vane's be'n here?" "My father!" Austen ejaculated.
"If I could see old Flint, I'd tell him what I thought of him usin' wimmen-folks to save 'em money," said Mr. Meader. "I knowed she wahn't that kind. And then that other thing come right on top of it." "What other thing?" "Say," demanded Mr. Meader, "don't you know?" "I know nothing," said Austen. "Didn't know Hilary Vane's be'n here?" "My father!" Austen ejaculated.
"It ain't so bad as it might be with sech folks as her and you araound," admitted Mr. Meader. "I'd almost agree to get run over again. She was askin' about you, and that's a fact, and I didn't slander you, neither. But I never callated to comprehend wimmen-folks." "Now, Mr. Meader," said Victoria, reprovingly, but there were little creases about her eyes, "don't be a fraud."
Some wimmen-folks, they's made fer grievin', all ther time, fer frettin', an' worr'in', an' er-mopin' 'roun'. Then, agin, some is made fer lovin' I don' say fer lovin' mo'n one man to er time; fer ther ain't no good 'ooman ever did thet.
Guess they'll all have to git their wimmen-folks to press their clothes to-morrow. Then Duncan wanted to git out again, but 'twan't exactly convenient. Callated he was suffocatin' seemed to need air. Little mite limp when he broke loose, Duncan was." The Honorable Peleg stopped again, as if he were overcome by the recollection of Mr. Duncan's plight. "Er er Peleg!" Mr. Hartington started.
"And did you tell Zeb?" asked Austen. "Yes," Victoria admitted, "but I'm sorry I did, now." "What did Zeb say?" Victoria laughed in spite of herself, and gave a more or less exact though kindly imitation of Mr. Meader's manner. "He said that wimmen-folks had better stick to the needle and the duster, and not go pokin' about law business that didn't concern 'em.
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