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"Don't let her go, Ebbie," she gasped. "It's an awful place; a little bit of a hut " "I've been in it many times," interrupted Helen, with dignity, "and I do feel, Ebenezer " "I want no argument about the matter," said Waldstricker, sternly. "If she's in the condition Madelene says she is, then her home is no place for my wife.... It's shameful, absolutely shameful!"
"Biding my time," he growled deeply, laying his napkin on the table. The gloom of his manner spread over the diners like a cloud. Helen's face expressed consternation; Frederick's discouragement, and Madelene's impatience. "I must say this is pleasant," snapped Mrs. Graves. "Ebbie, I forbid you to speak of those people again tonight." Helen made a little move as though to rise.
Carr admitted that her ears were not yet so calloused but that the sound gave her distinct pleasure. "If that there little limb of Satan had have throwed his milk in anybody else's face," went on Mrs. Dodd, "all she'd have said would have been: 'Ebbie, don't spill your nice milk. That's naughty."
"No, I haven't," he growled. "I've a notion he's being harbored by some of the squatters. But I want Deforrest to understand this " "Oh, let's talk of something else besides squatters," cried Madelene. "Helen, your salad was divine.... Tell me, Ebbie, how you enjoy little Elsie. I think she's lovely." "Lovely!" he repeated in a very different tone. "Lovely is no word for that child.
He did it with his little fist and with apparently no effort at all. Is it not wonderful to see such strength and power of direction in one so young? The woman was in the hospital when we came away, and I trust by this time, she has learned not to interfere with Ebbie. No one is allowed to interfere with my children." "Apparently not," remarked Mrs. Carr, somewhat cynically.
Frederick managed to stand up and fling one protecting arm about the pale girl. "Not in this terrible storm, Ebbie," he got out hoarsely. "She came in the storm," returned the elder, "and I see no reason why she can't go back in it. She seems nicely dressed for such weather." He went forward and seized her arm and quickly swung the slender form from Frederick's embrace.
"She's a-goin' to bury me. She's got the spade hid under my bed now." Sudden emotion completely changed Mrs. Dodd's countenance. "There, there, Willie," she said, stroking him kindly. "Where is your ma?" "She's out in the orchard with Ebbie and Rebbie." "Well now, deary, don't you say nothin' at all to your ma, an' we'll fool her. The idea of buryin' a nice little boy like you!
She can marry Lysander Letts or " "Or what?" Madelene's elbows came to the table, a hand on each cheek. "Oh, Ebbie, do tell me! I'm so miserable about her. I wish she was dead!" "But, Ebenezer," said Helen, "it seems awful for such a refined girl to marry such a man!" The elder's uplifted hand came down on the table with a bang, and higher mounted his proud lip.
Waldstricker looked keenly from the speaker to her husband. But Frederick had again put on his mask of apathetic indifference and answered his wife's gibe only by a shrug of his shoulders. Noting her brother's scowling face, she went on maliciously. "You'd better keep away from the lake place, my dear husband, or you'll have both Ebbie and Forrie after you."
From the depths of the Jack-o'-Lantern came a shrill, infantile cry. "Is that Ebbie," asked Mrs. Dodd, "or Rebbie?" Mrs. Holmes turned upon her with suppressed fury. "Don't you ever dare to allude to my children in that manner again," she commanded, hoarsely. "What is their names?" quavered Uncle Israel, lighting his candle. "Their names," returned Mrs.
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