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He admired principles extremely, and thought Babcock a mighty fine little fellow for having so many. He accepted all that his high-strung companion offered him, and put them away in what he supposed to be a very safe place; but poor Babcock never afterwards recognized his gifts among the articles that Newman had in daily use.
Neither did Babcock so impress her; but he was different from the rest. He was not shy and unexpressive; he was buoyant and self-reliant, and yet he seemed to appreciate her quality none the less. They had met about a dozen times, and on the last six of these occasions he had come from Benham, ten miles to her uncle's farm, obviously to visit her.
She desired above all things to walk among her friends, and introduce her granddaughter, Elizabeth Bailey, and inadvertently remark: "You must have seen me granddaughter's name in the paper often, Mrs. Babcock. She was giving a party in Rittenhouse Square the other day."
I should think you would see, Lewis, that your coming is out of the question." So it proved. Selma set forth for Chicago on the appointed day, made many new acquaintances among the delegates, and was pleased to be introduced and referred to publicly as Mrs. Selma Babcock a form of address to which she was unaccustomed at Benham.
Babcock, although he did not betray his misgivings, was greatly worried over the outcome of McGaw's latest scheme. He wished in his secret heart that Tom had signed her own name to the contract. He was afraid so punctilious a man as the judge might decide against her. He had never seen him; he only knew that no other judge in his district had so great a reputation for technical rulings.
He's hurted pretty bad, an' p'haps he's a leetle off I dunno. Mary has niver tould me." Before Babcock could pursue the inquiry further there was a firm tread on the porch steps, and the old man rose from the chair, his face brightening. "Here she is, Gran'pop," said Jennie, laying down her dish and springing to the door.
She clung to her familiar needle as if it were a rope to save her from destruction. Francis Arms had come in, and stood close to Lois and her mother. Suddenly Jane Maxwell spoke. She was pale, and her head-dress was askew. "I call this pretty work," said she. Then Mrs. Babcock faced her. "I should call it pretty work for somebody else besides poor Mis' Field," she cried.
"Well," said Mrs. Green, "I ain't known which end my head is on since Mis' Babcock come in an' spoke of it. First I thought I couldn't go nohow, an' I dunno as I can now. Still, it does seem dreadful cheap to go down to Boston an' back, an' I ain't been down more'n four times in the last twenty years. I ain't been out gaddin' much, an' that's a fact."
His imaginative realism weaves poignant beauty out of the simplest and most dusty elements in life, and it is my belief that it is along the lines of his method and that of Miss Babcock that America is most likely eventually to contribute something distinctively national to the world's literary culture.
"Who's here?" "Why, your old neighbors, Mrs. Field. Don't you know us Mandy an' Mis' Green an' Mis' Babcock? We come down on an excursion ticket to Boston only three dollars an' sixty cents an' we thought we'd surprise you." "Ain't you dreadful wet, Mis' Field?" interposed Mrs. Green's solicitous voice. "You'd better go and change your dress," said Amanda. "When did you come?" said Mrs. Field.
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