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Updated: June 13, 2025
Darby; "it'll be the makin' o' him." Angy turned on Samuel with ruffled feathers. "He'll freeze ter death. Yew shan't " Here Abe's stubborn will, so rarely set against Angy's gentle persistence, rose up in defiance: "We're a-gwine on a reg'lar A No. 1 spree with the boys, an' no women-folks is a-goin' ter stop us neither."
He watched the color rising in her cheeks with a curious mixture of pride in her pride and regret at its consequences. "It's no use a-talkin', Mother, Pride an' Poverty makes oneasy bed-fellers." He leaned back in the old chair, creaking out a dismal echo to the auctioneer's, "Going, going, gone!" while the flush deepened in Angy's cheek.
Kinney's," she said, "until you hear of some one whom you would like to settle for your minister." Angy Plummer, clapped her hands when her father repeated at tea on Thursday evening what "Mis' Kinney" had said. "That's good's settlin' her," she exclaimed. "Oh, I never thought she'd come to it," and real tears of joy stood in Angy's eyes.
He said at the beginning, more suavely at his ease than he would have believed possible, secure of sympathy and approbation, with Angy's glowing old eyes upon her prodigy, that all the while he had been at the Home, he had never before felt the power to express his gratitude for the welcome which had been accorded him the welcome which seemed to wear and wear, as if it were all wool and a yard wide, and could never wear out.
I planted you, tended you, loved you into growing. You're all the children I ever had, and I'm leaving you." But the old wife did not pluck a single flower, for she could never bear to see a blossom wither in her hand, while all she said aloud was: "I'm glad 't was Mis' Holmes that bought in the house. They say she's a great hand ter dig in the garden." Angy's voice faltered. Abe did not answer.
"Lemme see the bottle." "I chucked it out o' the winder," affirmed Samuel without winking, and Abe hastened to draw Angy's attention back to himself. "See, Mother, I kin stand as good as anybody; hain't got no fever; I kin walk alone. Yew seen me dancin' jest naow, tew. An' ef I had that pesky leetle banty rooster of a doctor here, I'd kick him all the way deown-stairs.
"That feller'll be lucky, gals," he added in tremulous tones. "I hope he'll appreciate yew as I allers done." Then Abe went to join Angy in the room which the sisters had given to him that bitter day when the cry of his heart had been very like unto: "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani!" After all, what was there of his and Angy's here? Their garments they did not need now.
Angy had suddenly become conscious of the shadow of the green-eyed monster. Angy's loyal heart was crying out to her mate: "Don't git the sisters daown on yer, Abe, 'cuz then, mebbe, yew'll lose yer hum!" But poor Angeline's lips were so stiff with terror over the prospect of the County House for her husband, that she could not persuade them to speech.
It took very little to exhaust Angy's ability for this style of repartee, and she would rejoin with tender but mistaken efforts to soothe and comfort him: "Thar, thar, Father! don't git excited neow. Seems ter me ye 're a leetle bit feverish. Ef only yew 'd take this here tansy tea."
We thought mebbe yew'd want ter slick up the room an' git ready fer the new " He was allowed to say no more. The sisters, who had been kissing and hugging Angy one by one, now swooped upon him. He was hugged, too, with warm, generous congratulation, his hands were both shaken until they ached, and his clothes and Angy's silently admired.
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