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His mother's antagonistic eyes followed him. "I dun'no' as I can have them herbs in my china-closet much longer," said she; "they're scentin' up the dishes too much. If I want to have a little company to tea, I ain't goin' to have the tea all flavored with spearmint an' catnip."
But Ann could not make a mental revolution so easily. She gave a half-indifferent, half-scornful squint at the partridges. "I dun'no' much about shootin'," said she, shortly. Ann had always been, in her own family, a passionate woman, but among outsiders she had borne herself with dignified politeness and formal gentility, clothing, as it were, her intensity of spirit with a company garb.
They war rebs an' it war Yankee coffee an' I dun'no' I jes' dun'no' " As she hesitated he looked long at her with that untranslated gaze. Then he fell ponderingly silent.
"That's wonderful!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I think Ozma would like it." "But where is the Magic Flower, and how can we get it?" asked Trot. "Dun'no, zac'ly," slowly replied Cap'n Bill. "The Glass Cat tol' me about it only yesterday, an' said it was in some lonely place up at the nor'east o' here.
She ain't got home, an' I'm terrible worried. I dun'no' but she's fell down." "Maybe she just thought she wouldn't come home." "No; that ain't it. She never did such a thing as that without saying something about it; she'd know I'd worry." Mrs. Field craned her neck farther over the gate, and peered down the road.
"I dun'no as I can 'splain, 'cause I ain't never seed nothing like it afore. One 'zact half of him, from his hair to his shirt collar was white and pretty, like I tell you, but t'other side of his face was black as tar, and his kurly hair was gone, and the whiskers on that side and his eye was drapped down kinder so, and that side of his mouth sorter hung, like it was unpinned, this way.
"Good-evenin", Mr. Tyler. Is Zachariah ter home?" "I dun'no'. Malviny, is Zachariah erroun' anywher's 'at ye know of?" "I dun'no'; I hain't seed 'im sence supper." "I know," piped up "Little Jim." "He said es he was er-goin' ter Bill Jackson's. But, Zeke," he added, in a hurried aside, catching hold of the visitor's coat in his eagerness, "Mandy Calline's ter home, 'n' she's fixed up ter kill!"
"Ye ain't meanin' ter let him take the boy sure enough!" she gasped. "I moughtn't be able ter holp it; I dun'no' how the law stands. He air kin ter Lee-yander, an' mebbe hev got the bes' right ter him." She shivered slightly; the dew was falling, and all the budding herbage was glossed with a silver glister. The shadows were sparse.
"I dun'no' as he did. But I guess Edward never expected he would much," said she. "Well, I told 'em I didn't believe he did. I declare! it seemed pretty tough, didn't it?" "I dun'no'. I thought of it some along there when Edward was sick." "I declare, I should have thought you'd wrote to him about it." Mrs. Field said nothing. "Didn't you ever?" Mrs. Babcock asked.
"Oi dun'no'. Are yees a personal friend of Misther Perkins?" was the response, and the heart of the listening Perkins sought his boots. "Oi am not, but " said the deep voice. "Thin he isn't in," said Norah, positively. "When 'll he be back?" asked the visitor, huskily. "Ye say ye niver met him?" demanded Norah. "Oi told ye oi hadn't," said the visitor, a trifle irritably. "But "
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