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Didenhover, Cynthy." "I don't desire to meddle with Mr. Didenhover unless I've got to," said Cynthy, with an expression of considerable disgust. "You needn't give no charges to me." "But you'll go with me, Cynthy?" "I s'pose I'll have to," said Miss Gall, drily, after a short interval of sipping tea and helping herself to sweet-meats.
Miss Fleda Ringgan care of E. Ringgan, Esq. There, dear, there it is." "Paris!" exclaimed Fleda, as she clasped the letter and both her hands together. The butternuts and Mr Didenhover were forgotten at last. The letter could not be read in the jolting of the wagon, but, as Fleda said, it was all the pleasanter, for she had the expectation of it the whole way home.
"Why, what are those bars down for?" she said, as they came up with a field of winter grain. "Somebody's been in here with a wagon. O grandpa! Mr. Didenhover has let the Shakers have my butternuts! the butternuts that you told him they mustn't have." The old gentleman drew up his horse. "So he has!" said he.
"I don't know, grandpa," said Fleda; "I can't see yes, I do see yes, they are, grandpa; I see the mark." "I thought so!" said Mr. Ringgan, bitterly; "I told Didenhover, only three days ago, that if he didn't make up that fence the sheep would be out, or Squire Thornton's would be in; only three days ago!
"Yes uncle Rolf has let the farm only think of it! he has let the farm to that Didenhover." "Didenhover!" "For two years." "Did you tell him what you knew about him?" "Yes, but it was too late the mischief was done." Aunt Miriam went on skimming out her cruller with a very grave face. "How came your uncle to do so without learning about him first?"
I'd lay any wager there were two in the smoke-house when I took the last one out. If Mr. Didenhover was a little more like a weasel I should think he'd been in." "Have you cooked that roaster I sent down." "No, Mis' Plumfield, I ha'n't; it's such a plaguy sight of trouble!" said Cynthy, with a little apologetic giggle; "I was keepin' it for some day when I hadn't much to do."
"O I don't know! he was in a hurry to do anything that would take the trouble of the farm off his hands, he don't like it." "On what terms has he let him have it?" "On shares and I know, I know, under that Didenhover it will bring us in nothing, and it has brought us in nothing all the time we have been here; and I don't know what we are going to live upon."
"Has your uncle nor your aunt no property at all left?" "Not a bit except some waste lands in Michigan? I believe, that were left to aunt Lucy a year or two ago; but they are as good as nothing." "Has he let Didenhover have the saw-mill too?" "I don't know he didn't say if he has, there will be nothing at all left for us to live upon. I expect nothing from Didenhover, his face is enough.
"You are right, Elfie," he said. "I do not see how those who honour the authority of the Bible, and the character of Jesus Christ, can deny the truth of His own declaration. If that is false, so must those be." Fleda took the Bible, and hurriedly sought out another passage. "Grandpa showed me these places," she said, "once when we were talking about Mr. Didenhover he didn't believe that.
"I don't think there will be any on them," said Fleda; "Mr. Didenhover has been here lately with the men getting in the coin, I guess they have cleared the trees." "Who is Mr. Didenhover?" "He is grandpa's man." "Why didn't you bid Mr. Didenhover let the nuts alone?" "O he wouldn't mind if he was told," said Fleda. "He does everything just as he has a mind to, and nobody can hinder him.
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