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Elmira, with her blue checked pinafore tied under her chin, sat in a high wooden chair, with her little bare feet curling over a round, and beat eggs with a wooden spoon in a great bowl. "What you doin'?" asked Jerome. Her mother answered for her. "She's mixin' up some custard for pies," said she. "I dun'no' as there's any need of you standin' lookin' as if you never saw any before."
"I dun'no," he answered moodily, "down to the Y, I guess, by and by." "Well, hold on a minute, I will walk down with you a ways; I want to see you." "All right," responded Morgan, walking on very slowly. Houston hastily excused himself to Miss Gladden and Van Dorn, and hurrying after Morgan, soon overtook him.
I dun'no' whut the man could hev thought o' you-uns, dressed out that-a-way." "He war toler'ble well pleased with me now, sure!" retorted Ethelinda, stung to a blunt self-assertion. "He keered mo' about a good-lookin' road than a good-lookin' gal then.
"I'd like to know what you think did happen to him, Adoniram Judd," cried Simon Basset. "I don't think Abel Edwards ever killed himself," repeated the tall man, solemnly. His words had weight, for he was a distant relative of the missing man. "Do you know of anybody that had anything agin him?" demanded Simon Basset. "No, I dun'no' 's I do," admitted the tall man.
"I dun'no'. I'm worried about her myself dreadful worried. Lois is a nice girl as ever was." "She ain't give up her school?" Amanda shook her head. "I shouldn't think her mother'd have her." "I s'pose she feels as if she'd got to." Mrs. Babcock dropped her voice still lower. "They're real poor, ain't they?" "I guess they ain't got much." "I s'pose they hadn't. Well, I hope Lois ain't goin' down.
"Dun'no'," answered Joe shortly. Most of the numerous fires of the camp had gone out, but the bright moon revealed the dusky forms of thousands of Indians, whom the unwonted sound had startled, moving rapidly about. The mystery was soon explained.
But on the first instant of the two of them standing alone there in the little hallway, Charley Scully turned swiftly to Marjorie Clark, catching up her small hand. His eyes carried the iridescence of bronze. "Marjie," he said, "to why, to think you'd come! Why why, little Marjie!" "I oh, Charley-boy, I " "What, little one? What?" "I I dun'no'." "What is it, hon? Ain't you as glad as I am?"
"Mis' Field, I know it ain't any of my business, an' I don't know but you'll think I'm interferin'; but I can't help it nohow when I think of my Abby, an' how she went down. Ain't you got anybody that could help you a little while till she gets better an' able to work?" "I dun'no' of anybody." "Wouldn't your sister's husband's father? Ain't he got considerable property?" Mrs.
Fwhat's he doin' here, I dun'no'. Fwhere's he come from, I dun'no'. French or English, I dun'no'. But a gintleman born, I know. 'Tis no tailor, darlin', but tailorin' he'll do as aisy as he'll do a hunderd other things anny day.
I dun'no what the feller meant mought hev been crazy." A tricksy gust stirred at the door as if a mischievous hand twitched the latch-string, but it hung within. There was a pause. The listening children on the hearth sighed and shifted their posture; one of the hounds snored sonorously in the silence.
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