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"Sick?" inquired Reardon laconically, as he made some entry on a card and dropped it in a drawer beside him. "No, I ain't sick but Deanie Consadine is, and I'm goin' over in town to find her sister. That child ain't fitten to be in no mill let alone workin' night turn. You men ort to be ashamed that baby ort to be in her bed this very minute." Her voice had faltered a bit at the conclusion.
Pap Himes, having come to where he could leave his work in the basement, climbed painfully the many stairs to the spinning room, and met her close to where the big belt rose up to the great shaft that gave power to every machine in that department. The loving master of the big yellow cat had always cherished a somewhat clumsily concealed dislike and hostility to Deanie.
I fancy that the knowledge then possessed by the average American citizen relative to the Philippines was fairly well typified by that of a good old lady at my Vermont birthplace who had spanked me when I was a small boy, and who, after my first return from the Philippine Islands, said to me, "Deanie, are them Philippians you have been a visitin' the people that Paul wrote the Epistle to?"
His cheeks were fallen in to such an extent that the blinking red eyes above looked larger; it was as though the old rascal's crimes of callous selfishness and greed had suddenly aged him. Stoddard pulled in his horse at the foot of the steps. "I hear one of the little girls was hurt in the mill last night. Was she badly injured? Which one was it?" he asked abruptly. "Hit's Deanie.
Yet it had to be done, and one miserable morning she made them all into a neat package, intending to carry them to the mill and place them on Stoddard's desk thus early, when nobody would be in the office. Then the children came in; Deanie was half sick; and in the distress of getting the ailing child comfortably into her own bed, Johnnie forgot the books.
She was sure Miss Sessions meant to be kind; and if she knew that Deanie was really sick . Yes, it would be worth while to go to her with the whole matter. At the thought she turned hesitatingly toward the door, meaning to get her hat, and though she had formulated no method of appeal to hurry to the Hardwick house and at least talk with Miss Sessions and endeavour to enlist her help.
Well, then, keep it to yourself till it is axed for. You Pony, your foot's done and ready. You get yourself off to the mill, or you'll be docked for lost time." The little fellow limped sniffling out; Johnnie reached down for Deanie, who had crept after her to hear how her cause went.
With the morbidness of a sick child, Deanie came to dread these well-meant assurances, finding them almost as distressing as her own strange, tormenting sensations. The room was insufferably close, because it had rained and the windows were all tightly shut. The flare of light vitiated the air, heated it, but seemed to the child's sick sense to illuminate nothing.
Looked like it was too near home to have a silver mine in it; and thar the stuff lay and waited for the day when I should take a notion to find a pretty rock for Deanie, and crawl back in thar and keep a crawlin', till I just fell over it, all croppin' out in the biggest kind of vein." Gray had heard Uncle Pros tell the story many times, but it had a perennial charm.
Look at her makin' me keep every cent Pap had in the bank, when Laurelly could have claimed it all and kep' it." "Yes, an' addin' somethin' to it," put in Mandy. "I do love 'em both Johnnie an' Deanie. Ef I ever was so fortunate as to get a man and be wedded and have chaps o' my own, I know mighty well and good I couldn't love any one of 'em any better than I do Deanie. An' yet Johnnie's quare.
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