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"He seems about the same, thank you." "Ah, that's foine. Shure, if we could always be 'about the same, we'd do. True for you, darlin', 'tis as you say. If ould Mary Flynn could be always ''bout the same, the clods o' the valley would never cover her bones. But there 'tis we're here to-day, and away tomorrow. Shure, though, I am not complainin'. Not I not Mary Flynn.
"If it would, we might live a little better, so that Ann Carter wouldn't have to complain, though, bless your soul! that woman is always complainin'." "Ahem! Mr. Tucker, you present the matter to me in a new light. I really feel that Ann Carter is very unreasonable in her complaints." "I knowed you'd do me justice, squire," said Mr. Tucker effusively. "You're a sharp man.
'Dinna think, Davy, she said hurriedly, 'as I'm complainin o' th' Lord's judgments. They're aw mercies, if we did but know. An He tempers th' wind He sends us help when we're droppin for sorrow. It worn't for nothin He made us all o' a piece. Theer's good foak i' th' warld aye, theer is! An what's moor, theer's soom o' th' best mak o' foak gooin about dressed i' th' worst mak o' clothes.
I see you a'n't any of you disposed to buy 'em this aftanoon, 'and I a'n't complainin'; you done pootty well by me, already, and I don't want to uhge you; but I do want to carry away the picture, in my mind's eye what you may call a mental photograph of this slipper on the kind of a foot it was made fob, so't I can praise it truthfully to my next customer.
He know'd if you got the best, it was no use complainin' that the best warn't good. "Well, the house stood alone in the middle of a clearin', without an outhouse of any sort or kind about it, or any fence or enclosure, but jist rose up as a toodstool grows, all alone in the field.
"Well, sir, he lived along like that, never complainin', my grandfather said, but mighty sweet and gentlelike as long as there was plenty to eat in the house. He lived to be nigh eighty, and when he seen he was goin' to die he called my grandfather to him and says, 'She's yours, Dick, meanin' the title and then he says, 'There's one thing I've kep' from you.
"Beg pardon, sir, but we can't carry on much longer with all that sail forrad. The fore-topmast is a- complainin' like anythink, I can tell ye, sir. Chirvell, the carpenter, and me's examinin' it and we thinks it's got sprung at the cap, sir." "If that's the case, my man," said Captain Applegarth to this, "we'd better take in sail at once. It's a pity, too, with such a fine wind.
"Daddy poor daddy he couldn't help the tree fallin' on his back an' cripplin' him; an' little Buddy, well, he was born weakly, so I done it all. Oh, I am not braggin' an' I ain't complainin', I'm so proud to do it." Helen was silent, her own bitterness softened by the story Maggie was telling, and for a while she forgot herself and her sorrow. It is so always.
"Oh, he's mighty complainin', Mistah Boden; he's got such a misery in his back all the time that he say he jus' aint got ambition 'nuff to get out'n his own way." "Is that so?" was the reply, in a tone of flattering interest. The man beckoned him with his whip to step closer.
"Not complainin', son. I can ride all day same as ever," he said. "Come. Never mind your hosses. They'll be looked after. Come meet the folks.... Wal, wal, you got heah at last." On the porch of the house a group awaited Jean's coming, rather silently, he thought. Wide-eyed children were there, very shy and watchful. The dark face of his sister corresponded with the image of her in his memory.
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