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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.
A hedgehog crossed the path here, and it brought those days back to me Charley Long and Aunt Cynthy and all. Yes, the first time I ever ate hedgehog; was in Aunt Cynthy's house. Hi-yi, as old Tekewani says, but it was good!" "What is the Romany word for hedgehog?" Fleda asked in a low tone. "Hotchewitchi," he replied instantly. "That's right, isn't it?"
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.
'Tain't nothin' but a big fiddle, is it?" Before Kit could answer, Madame Ormond herself stood facing them on the veranda steps under the big yellow porch light, and instead of any grand-opera aria, her golden voice floated out for them, singing Cynthy's favorite as surely it had never been sung before in Gilead.
Cynthy's face showed her sense of the awfulness of marrying at a moment of such fearful expectation, or perhaps she was troubling herself for fear that so much happiness out of heaven was to be had only in the commission of a capital sin.
"You're feeling a little better to-night, a'n't you?" "I don't know; I can't tell," she returned, with a gleam of intelligence in her eye. Then she said: "I don't see why I'm left to strangers all the time." "You don't call Cynthia a stranger, do you, mother?" he asked, coaxingly. "Oh Cynthy!" said Mrs. Durgin, with a glance as of surprise at seeing her. "No, Cynthy's all right.
"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.
"I think you might call me General, too," he said, with the grace that many simple people found inherent in him. "And may I ask your name, young lady?" "Cynthia Wetherell General," she said smiling. "That sounds more natural," said the President, and then to Ephraim, "Your daughter?" "I couldn't think more of her if she was," answered Ephraim; "Cynthy's pulled me through some tight spells.
"I think you might call me General, too," he said, with the grace that many simple people found inherent in him. "And may I ask your name, young lady?" "Cynthia Wetherell General," she said smiling. "That sounds more natural," said the President, and then to Ephraim, "Your daughter?" "I couldn't think more of her if she was," answered Ephraim; "Cynthy's pulled me through some tight spells.
It was only about a mile and a half to Cynthy's place from the crossroads, but Shad had taken Princess down to Nantic after grain, and Kit had no inclination to carry several pecks of crabapples in a sack along a dusty road.
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