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And then comes word from the other direction of an old man bein' knocked on the head when he opened his door. It wouldn't seem to you there'd be enough money at a toll-gate to make it an object," said the woman, looking at Zene's cross eyes with unconcealed disfavor. "But folks of that kind don't want much of an object." "They love to rob," suggested Bobaday, enjoying himself.
The breakfast was excellent, but Corinne and Bobaday on one side of the box, and J. D. Matthews on the other, exchanged glances of regret at parting. He helped Robert put the horses to the carriage, making blunders at every stage of the hitching up. They all came out of the Susan House, and he pushed his cart into the road.
Zene, limping down from his wagon, listened to this lucid statement. "O Zene," exclaimed aunt Corinne, "I'm so glad you and Ma Padgett have come! But we knew you wouldn't go on to Brother Tip's without us. Bobaday said you'd wait till we got back, and we ran right straight out of town."
"I'd gone in to see what kind of folks they were first," remarked Bobaday. "Yes, sir; that's what I'd orto done. But I leads them round to their feed-box after I watered 'em to a spring o' runnin' water. Then I doesn't know but the woman o' the house will give me a supper if I pays for it. So I slips to the side door and knocks. And a man opens the door." Robert Day drew in his breath quickly.
Aunt Krin, did you know grandma's goin' to have green kern pie when we stop for dinner to-day?" "I knew there was kern pie made," said aunt Krin. "I guess we better get into the carriage." She held her short dress away from the bushes, and scampered with Bobaday into the yard. Here they could not help stopping on the warped floor of the porch to look into the empty house.
He was a quiet, singular fellow, halting in his walk on account of the unevenness of his legs; but faithful to the family as either Boswell or Johnson. Grandma Padgett having brought him up from a lone and forsaken child, relied upon all the good qualities she discovered from time to time, and she saw nothing ludicrous in Zene. But aunt Corinne and Bobaday never ceased to titter at Zene's "marm."
Just as aunt Corinne laid her silver on the book counter, however, and gave her trembling preference to the "History of Old Dame Trot and her Cat," Bobaday seized her wrist and excitedly told her there was a magic-lantern show connected with the fair, which could be seen at five cents per pair of eyes. Dame Trot remained unpurchased, and the coin returned to aunt Corinne's warm palm.
Who'll watch them pop open to-night? How you and me have sat on the primrose bed and watched the t-e-e-nty buds swell and swell till finally pop! they smack their lips and burst wide open!" "We'll have a primrose bed out West," said Bobaday. "We'll plant sweet anise too, and have caraway seeds to put in the cakes.
Lady, will you step out and see my store? I've cally-co and Irish table linen, Domestic gingham and the best o' flannen. I take eggs and butter for these treasures, I never cheat, but give good measures. "Let me see if there is a cart," begged Bobaday, reaching for the key which his grandmother reluctantly received. He then went to the front door and groped in the weeds.
"Big Ant Black," continued Zene, "she lived in a hill by a stump, but Little Ant Red she lived on a leaf up a tree." "I thought they always crept into houses," urged Bobaday. "This one didn't. She lived on a leaf up a tree. And these two ants run against each other in everything.
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