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But I don't cal'late Mrs. Ruth Mrs. Armstrong, I mean would want to leave Charlie to home alone on Thanksgivin' Day. If she took Babbie, you know, there wouldn't be anybody left to keep him company." Miss Hunniwell twirled the fox tail in an opposite direction. "Oh, of course," she said, with elaborate carelessness, "we should invite Mrs. Armstrong's brother if we invited her.
Yet Babbie had only ventured to look up because he was so long in speaking. His voice was low but harsh, like a wheel on which the brake is pressed sharply. "It seems to be more than the man is capable of," he added sourly. "Do you think," Babbie exclaimed, taking fare, "that he is afraid of you?" "So it seems; but I will drag him into the light, wherever he is skulking."
There was precious little opportunity to be lonesome where Babbie was. But this morning the child did not come and Jed, wondering what the reason for her absence might be, began to feel vaguely uncomfortable. Just what was the matter he did not know, but that there was something wrong with him, Jed Winslow, was plain.
Then they sat down on the green knolls and the gondolas and Portia's best carved chairs, and talked and talked, until, as Babbie said, they all felt so proud of themselves and each other and 19 that the stage wouldn't hold them.
"That's when they gave a play I was only five," Constance said. "See, this is Jim as Jack Horner, and Babbie as Mother Goose. And look! here's Jim on a pony that's at his grandfather's place in Honolulu, He stayed there a month every year, when he was a little boy, and Mother and Barbara visited there once. Here we all are, swimming, at Tahoe.
"Oh, you can always do what you have to," returned Bob practically. "One mattress is too narrow for four, though," announced Babbie, somewhat irrelevantly. "I'm going down to sleep with you, Betty. Come along." Thus ended Betty's first evening on the campus.
"What is your name?" "Micah is my name. Rob Dow's my father." "And have you no brothers nor sisters?" asked Babbie, with a fellow-feeling for him. "No, juist my father," he said. "You should be the better laddie to him then. Did your mither no tell you to be that afore she died?" "Ay," he answered, "she telled me ay to hide the bottle frae him when I could get haed o't.
"I know what you are to say: that the Thrums people would be shocked if they knew I was here; as if I cared what the Thrums people think of me." "I care what they think of you," Gavin said, as if that were decisive, "and I tell you I will not allow you to repeat this freak." "You 'will not allow me," echoed Babbie, almost enjoying herself, despite her sudden loss of self-respect,
"Have you been telling her that?" Miss Butts looked dazedly from the amused and reproachful Babbie to Mary, whose expression was properly cowed and repentant. "Are you really a freshman?" she asked. "Why, I don't believe you are. I I don't know what to believe!" Mary smiled at her radiantly. "Never mind," she said, "you'll know the truth some day.
But there was call for haste if they were to reach the gypsy encampment before Gavin and Babbie were made man and wife over the tongs. The Spittal dogcart rocked as it dragged its way through the broom. Rob Dow followed. The ten o'clock bell began to ring. In the square and wynds weavers in groups: "No, no, Davit, Mr.
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