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Bucknor looked reproachfully at her daughters, who giggled helplessly. It was a relief to have the head of the house arrive at that moment. Mr. Bucknor was a hale and hearty man of fifty, florid and handsome, slightly dictatorial in manner, but easily influenced by his wife, who was all softness and gentleness.
The old men were gathered together on the Rye House porch, chairs tilted back and feet on railing as usual. "I tell you, she's a thoroughbred, all right," declared Pete Barnes. "Why, that gal turned down two of the best-looking beaux at the hop Jeff Bucknor and that young Harbison just to sit down an' talk with me, old Pete Barnes. Jeff Bucknor was sore, too.
She an' ol' Billy an' the hosses done took theyselves off this mawnin' jes' 'bout five minutes after my white folks lef." "Didn't she say where she was going?" asked Mr. Bucknor. "She never said 'peep turkey! ter man or beast.
"I have been wanting all evening to get in a word with some of the crowd concerning this young lady, but it looks like it's hard to get away from the women folk long enough to talk sense." "I believe I know what you mean," said Mr. Bucknor uneasily. "It won't do, Josh, it won't do." "The dickens it won't do, if we decide to claim her!" "But the ladies, Josh, the ladies!
"Well, I fancy you have heard the news that I am taking my wife and daughters abroad this month and I cannot keep the poor old lady any longer," sighed Bob Bucknor. "Sure, Bob, we think you've had too much of her already," said Sister Sue's husband, Timothy Graves, "but Sue says she can't visit with us any more.
Bucknor sighed, realizing she was demanding of her daughters something that was difficult for her to perform herself. Being polite to Cousin Ann had been the most arduous task imposed upon that wife and mother during twenty-five years of married life. At the yard gate Uncle Billy drew in his steeds with a great show of their being unwilling to stop.
Old Cousin Ann isn't very close kin to us anyhow, if you stop and think. She wasn't even more than a third cousin to Grandfather Bucknor, and when it comes down to us she is so far removed it wouldn't count if we lived anywhere but in Kentucky or maybe Virginia. I thought you were going to have a meeting and come to some conclusion about Cousin Ann." "So we are! So we are!
Jeff tried to persuade himself that his anger against Tom was solely the righteous anger of a brother. Judith and her cavalier followed the path that led directly to the beech grove. Jeff Bucknor again seated himself on the mossy bank and watched their approach. He was totally unconscious of his own invisibility. Again he felt extreme annoyance with Tom Harbison because of his protecting manner.
"But, my dear, her visit to us will never be finished, unless we cut it short," sighed Mrs. Bucknor. "Let her go visit some of the others," suggested Nan, "She's needing a change by this time anyhow." "We must not be unclannish," admonished Mr. Bucknor. "Blood is " "Well, mine is not," interrupted Mildred. "I'm just fed up on all of this relationship business.
"If I had it ter do over I'd never 'a' let him git so free with his feet in the oven. The truf er the matter is, Miss Milly, that you an' Marse Bob Bucknor an' all yo' chilluns as well, long with all the res' of the fambly includin' of Marse Big Josh an' Marse Lil Josh, done accepted of Miss Ann Peyton an' ol' Billy an' the ca'ige hosses like they wa' the will of the Almighty.
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