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Then she turned from him, and as he watched her run towards home he wished he had lied to her and risked bewitchment. The efforts of Mildred Caniper, Helen and Mrs.
"But she won't stay there," Helen murmured, looking at her. She was like a great doll with a distorted face, and while Helen watched her she slipped to the floor with the obstinacy of the inanimate. Some one would have to go to Halkett's Farm. Helen stared at the rolling-pin and she thought her whole life had passed in tending Mildred Caniper and sending some one to Halkett's Farm.
But she did not intend to forgive Mildred Caniper for a single injury, and even now that she was almost woman she refused her own responsibility. Notya had arranged her life, and the evil of it, at least, should be laid at Notya's door.
She would never forgive us if she found out that we knew, so tell Lily to come out and then we must all burst in." Lily and John went down the track: Mildred Caniper climbed slowly, but with dignity, up the stairs; Miriam was heard to bang her bedroom door and Rupert and Helen were left together in the schoolroom. "I can't get the tinker out of my head," she told him.
And which?" "Good Lord, man! Haven't you seen it? Helen and the two suitors." John grunted. "Oh that!" He had not yet learnt to speak of the affair with any patience. Mildred Caniper had left the house and all it held to Helen. "I suppose you'll try to let it," Rupert said. "I don't like to think of that, though. Helen, I wish she hadn't died.
There were blank days when Helen failed him because she thought Mildred Caniper was lonely, others when she ran out for a word and swiftly left him to the memory of her grace and her transforming smile; yet oftenest, she was waiting for him in the little hollow of earth, and those hours were the best he had ever known.
"I promise not to turn him out," Mildred Caniper said, with her humorous look, and Helen laughed back with a friendliness for which Miriam, listening in a corner, admired her secretly. "But I shall want to talk to you this evening when you are all together," Notya said.
She was sure her condition did not call for prolonged discussion and, as she remembered Miriam who was free to come and go unchecked, to laugh away a man's wits, as her mother had done before her, Mildred Caniper grew hot and restless: she felt that she must get up and resume control, yet she knew that it would never be hers in full measure again, and while, in a rare, false moment, she pretended that the protection of Zebedee was her aim, truth stared at her with the reminder that the legacy of her old envy of the mother was this desire to thwart the daughter.
She saw George standing on the lawn, and tremblingly she undressed in darkness. The next day, Mildred Caniper called Helen to her side. "I feel rested," she said. Her voice had for ever lost its crispness, and she spoke with a slovenly tongue. "I don't like strangers looking at me. And she she " "I know. She shall go. Tomorrow I'll sleep with you."
Miriam darted a look meant to warn Helen that Notya was in no mood for controversy, and John frowned in readiness to take offence. "Why funny?" he growled. "I was just wondering if Notya would put on a hat and gloves to do it." She turned to Mildred Caniper. "Will you?" "I'm afraid I have not considered such a detail." "None of us," Helen went on blandly, "has ever put on a hat to go to the farm.
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