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Had Alfaretta scolded, Thaddeus would not have walked in the mud. Her silence was most depressing. "Retta," he ventured timidly, "don't be mad with me, now don't." He came a little nearer, and essayed to put an arm about her waist, a privilege often accorded him on such an occasion. But now she flounced away from him and said sharply, "You needn't be comin' round me, Mr. Thaddeus Green.
But, of course she'd merely left the room for a minute and would be back to say good-by. Then she picked at her food for a moment, wondering why Mr. Ford had also disappeared, and at the eagerness with which Leslie and Alfaretta enjoyed the good things served to them.
Ward will see your father. I hope your lumbago is better, Elder Dean?" Mr. Dean did not notice her question. "Certainly he will see me. Come, now, open the gate; be spry." "You can't see him!" cried Alfaretta, bursting into tears. "I say he won't see you, so there!"
You'll get your death out here in this night air, with not even your cloak on. Come, Helena, you both come in," said Alfaretta, appearing on the porch. But her first words had started the mother's tears. "Lady Gray." That had been her son's pet name for her, its use still more frequent than "Mother," and with a little cry she murmured: "Ah! my boy! Shall I ever hear you say that again!"
Except for the slight illumination of the lantern the blackness of the forest was intense, and the rustling of wild things among the tree-tops startled her. Mattie looked up and saw her fear, then laughed hilariously: "Two 'fraid-cats together, you an' the birds! Likely, they never saw a lantern before and hate to be disturbed even more 'n I did, listenin' to Alfaretta in the kitchen.
"What does it mean?" cried Dorothy at last, while Molly drew near to learn what had happened to surprise them. For answer Alfaretta handed her the cover and fairly gasped out: "Jim our Jim wrote that or painted it or or It's Jim, true as preachin'!" "Huh! then all I can say is that this paragon of a Jim has a mighty poor style of writing.
I saw Bob Turner go past, quite a spell ago, and he was whistlin' like lightnin'. And I heard you say, more'n once, 't you 'hadn't no man to boss you you could do as you pleased." "So I can when when g-g-gr-gramma ain't r-r-round," replied he, so meekly that Alfaretta relented.
But in this, too, he was doomed to disappointment, for the outburst which so stunned the elder detained Alfaretta until after ten, thereby causing Helen no little anxiety about her prompt and pretty maid. The elder had closed his admonitions by warning his daughter not to be listening to any teachings of the preacher's wife, for she was a backslider, and she had fallen from grace.
He opened his mouth several times before he was able to speak. Alfaretta was at home for her evening out, and her young man was with her, anxious for the clock to point to nine, that he might "see her home."
If you knew as much about books as Jim Barlow " she retorted, teasing, then stopped abruptly. That was an unfortunate reference, for who, alas! could tell if that too studious youth were alive or dead? Alfaretta hurried to cover this mention by demanding: "Let's sing 'rounds, 'Scotland's burning, or 'Three Blind Mice. Now don't stop to object or say nothin' but just begin.
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