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And one of the men a red-cheeked, merry-looking young fellow in white apron laughed and said: "Well, Emma, you win. When it comes to driving a bargain with you, I quit. It can't be did!" Even then he didn't know her. He did not dream that this straight, slim, tailored, white-haired woman, bargaining so shrewdly with these men, was the Emma Byers of the old days.
Rufe winked audaciously, suddenly convincing Byers as to the possessor of the big black eyes, which he had recognized as characteristic of the Dicey family, when they had peered through the chinking.
Amid these was Captain Byers, somewhat at the rear, conferring with Senator Walsen, who had still deferred his return to Paris, more than likely through the persuasions of his daughters. Where were they? Let us look more closely among the airmen. Who is that whispering coyly to Sergeant Bangs, who stands cap in hand, despite the frosty night air?
"Pig-wigs fotched it home, eh?" demanded Byers, leaning downward. Once more Nate lifted his long, thin questioning face. His craft had no encouragement. "Ef ye be minded to call him 'Pig-wigs' his right name air Benjymen 't war him ez fotched it home." "Now ye air a mighty cantankerous, quar'lsome, aggervatin' critter!" Byers broke out irritably.
Occasionally, as they paused to rest, Byers would sigh deeply. "A mighty good old woman, Mrs. Price war." He spoke as if she were already dead. "A mighty good old woman, though small-sized." "A little of her went a long way. She war eighty-four year old, an' kep' a sharp tongue in her head ter the las'," rejoined the tanner, adopting in turn the past tense. Rufe listened with startled interest.
When they and Miss Aida became acquainted at breakfast next morning it was astonishing how many mutual acquaintances they discovered, yet mostly back in the dear old country across the ocean. About the middle of the morning a tall, spare, resolute young man, accompanied by a plainly garbed lady, his wife, met Captain Byers at the latter's office.
Byers dashed by the lighted door, then stumbled over a small form on the ground and there rose another wail, now of terror if not of pain. Quickly the captain picked up the small figure in big arms and ran on, holding it gently, yet firmly, and saying: "There, there, little one! I won't hurt you!" "D don't you hurt my pa, " wailed the small figure in his arms.
I'll be pleased to keep you company down to the school and back." He was surprised at his own sudden masterfulness. They set off together, chatting as freely as if they had known one another for years. Ben had been on his way to the Byers farm, as usual. The Byers farm and Emma Byers passed out of his mind as completely as if they had been whisked away on a magic rug.
"Ye kin bide with the tanyard an' finish this job yerse'f, of so minded. I'm goin' ter attend." "I reckon half the kentry-side will be thar, an' I wants ter see the folks," said Jubal Perkins, cheerfully. "Then Birt will hev ter bide with the tanyard, an' finish this job. It don't lie with me ter gin him a day off. I don't keer ef he never gits a day off," said Byers.
By the time the girls caught up with Byers, what had been a trim airplane came thumping to the ground not more than two hundred yards off in an unused corner of the big enclosure, its wings a mere mass of tattered rags, its body riddled by many perforations of machine gun bullets, fragments of shrapnel and so on.
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