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"I give 'em till to-morrow night to fix it," said Lem. "Git in, Will. Cynthy's over to the harness shop with Eph. We'll stop as we go 'long." "Give 'em till to-morrow night!" Chester shouted after them. "What you goin' to do then?" But Lem did not answer this inquiry.
"Lives with me," he answered. He was quite as ashamed, for Bob's sake, as if he himself had asked the question, and he went on talking to cover that embarrassment. "It's made some difference, too, sence she come. House looks like a different place. Afore she, come I cooked with a kit, same as I used to in the harness shop. I l'arned it in the army. Cynthy's got a stove."
Then he reached over and almost touched the scar on her forehead. "Did he do that, Jo?" For an instant she was silent and looked down at the floor. Presently she raised her eyes, her face suffused. Once or twice she tried to speak, but failed. At last she gained courage and said: "After Cynthy's death I kept house for him for a year, taking care of little Bobby.
Julia's healthy constitution had resisted the threatened illness, the feverishness had gone with the headache. She felt now only one thing: she must have a friend. But the hard piousness of Cynthy Ann's face had never attracted her sympathy. It had always seemed to her that Cynthy disapproved of her affection quite as much as her mother did. Cynthy's face had indeed a chronic air of disapproval.
Jethro focussed a look upon the painter. "Er painter-man, be you? Paint Cynthy's picture?" "But I don't want to be painted, Uncle Jethro. I won't be painted!" "H-how much for a good picture? Er only want the best only want the best." The painter said a few things, with pardonable heat, to the effect well, never mind the effect. His remarks made no impression whatever upon Jethro.
I loved Bobby so he has Cynthy's eyes. One day Dorland oh, Nett, of course I oughtn't to have stayed there I know it now; but I was only sixteen, and what did I understand! And my mother was dead. One day oh, please, Nett, you can guess. He said something to me. I made him leave the house. Before I could make plans what to do, he came back mad with drink.
"And now, Cynthy's sure to be here." "Yes, she will be here," said Westover, not so cheerfully. Jackson seemed to find the opening he was seeking, in Westover's tone. "What do you think of gettin' married, anyway, Mr. Westover?" he asked. "We haven't either of us thought so well of it as to try it, Jackson," said the painter, jocosely. "Think it's a kind of chance?" "It's a chance."
I waked up only last night with a start, thinkin' if Aunt Cynthy's house should get afire or anything, what she would do, 'way up there all alone. I was half dreamin', I s'pose, but I could n't seem to settle down until I got up an' went upstairs to the north garret window to see if I could see any light; but the mountains was all dark an' safe, same 's usual.
"And his schooling, and his clothing, and everything; and you have to pay for it all?" "Oh, I don't mind, Nett; it isn't that. Bobby is Cynthy's child, and I love him love him; but I want him to have his rights. Dorl must give up his hold on that money or " He nodded gravely. "Or you'll set the law on him?" "It's one thing or the other.
She was not to be sent to bed, and all Cynthy's endeavours to make her change her mind were of no avail. Fleda saw in them but fresh reason for staying, and saw besides, what Cynthy could not hide, a somewhat of wandering and uneasiness in her manner which strengthened her resolution.
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