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He stopped at the house for a minute and roused Mrs. Atterson and Old Lem and sent them over to help the unhappy Dickersons. He was nearly an hour getting to the crossroads store. There were lights and revelry there. Some of the lingering crowd were snowbound for the night and were making merry with hard cider and provisions which Schell was not loath to sell them.
"And if there was a little bait of money coming to the child, as that lawyer told the institution matron, that would be another reason for losing her in this great world." "I'm afraid Sister will never find her folks, Mrs. Atterson," said Hiram, shaking his head. "Huh! If she don't, it's no loss to her. It's loss to them," declared the old lady.
"That's the way it reads. The perches is in the henhouse, I s'pose though why the description included them and not the hens' nests I dunno." "Eighty acres of land!" repeated Hiram in a daze. "All free and clear. Not a dollar against it only encumbrances is the chickens, the cow, the horse and the pigs," declared Mrs. Atterson. "If it wasn't for them it might not be so bad.
Sister was going to school in the fall, and she found many girls of her age whom she would meet there. Mrs. Atterson met the older ladies, and was invited to join no less than two "Ladies' Aids", and, as she said, "if she called on all the folks she'd agreed to visit, she'd be goin' ev'ry day from then till Christmas!" As for Hiram, the men and older boys were rather inclined to jolly him a bit.
Hiram even shrank from meeting the same faces at the boarding house table, hearing the same stale jokes or caustic remarks about Mrs. Atterson's food from Fred Crackit and the young men boarders of his class, or the grumbling of Mr. Peebles, the dyspeptic invalid, or the inane monologue of Old Lem Camp. And Mrs. Atterson herself good soul though she was had gotten on Hiram Strong's nerves, too.
Come clear from out in Injiany, or Illiny, or the like. The girl's going to school and she ain't got no mother, so her father's come on East with her to be near the school. "Well, I can't help you no more. Them hens! Well, I'd sell 'em if I was Mis' Atterson. "Hens ain't much nowadays, anyhow; and I expect a good many of those are too old to lay.
He had scarcely spoken since his arrival; but now, under cover of the talk of Mother Atterson, the driver of the furniture van, and Sister, he began one of his old-time monologues: "Old, old nothing to look forward to then the prospect opens up just like light breaking through the clouds after a storm let's see; I want a piece of bread bread's on Sister's side I can reach it hum! no Crackit to-night fool jokes silly fellow ah! the butter Where's the butterknife?
"And we can't tell a thing to do about next year till we know what Pepper is going to do," groaned Mrs. Atterson. "That is very true. But if he doesn't exercise his option before February tenth, we needn't worry any more. And after that will be time enough to make our plans for next season's crops," declared Hiram, trying to speak more cheerfully. But Mrs.
"There's not much danger of the fire spreading to the woods; but if it should," Hiram said, warningly, "it might, at this time of year, do your timber a couple of hundred dollars' worth of damage." "Goodness me!" exclaimed Mother Atterson. "It does seem ridiculous to hear you talk that a-way.
He had hoped the gentleman might have a job for him; but now Hiram was not looking for a job. He had given himself heartily to the project of making the old Atterson farm pay; nor was he the sort of fellow to show fickleness in such a project.
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