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But later on Johnnie again complained to Cis about the intrusion of girls into ranks where they could not fail to be both unwelcome and unsuited. "They don't belong," he urged, "and they ought t' keep out! They spoil ev'rything!" "Well, men do the same things," she argued. "Just to-day I saw a man running a sewing machine."
"I have no doubt of it, none whatever." "Then let's get at it right away," said the boy, impatiently, "it won't take very long, will it?" "Oh! some little time; several months, may be; may be longer." Ralph's face fell again. "I can't wait that long!" he exclaimed; "I'll go to her myself; I'll tell her ev'rything; I'll beg her to take me. Do you think she would? do you?"
His independence demanded a different footing with Todd, and the bitter need of the moment eclipsed economy. "Name your price!" "A hundred and thutty, ev'rything throwed in, and I'll drive you there a mile a minit," gasped Todd, grasping the situation. With muddy hands, trembling in haste, the Cap'n drew his long, fat wallet and counted out the bills. Brackett eyed him hungrily.
"Y' won't git ev'rything y'r own way!" vowed Big Tom, panting curses, and still whirling his arms like the fans of a windmill. Changing his steps like a dancer, the scoutmaster fell back. But now he was at a disadvantage, for his face was toward those windows, and the light was in his eyes.
So I starts to cover it with ce-ce-dar; the ony thing I c'd get m-m-m-w -wuz leanin' over to fix tother side me foot slipped on the ice ev'rything was icy an' m-m-m-m I lost me balance me knee the pan O Lord how I suffer! m-m-m it grabbed me knee an' h-h-hand " His voice died to a whisper and ceased; he seemed sinking. Quonab got up to hold him.
"Ef you'd only come a little sooner!" sighed Jake, "you'd hev hed a chance that would hev made ev'rything seem to go right till Judgment Day. I'll show yer." Jake opened the saloon-door, and there sat Sunrise, as bright, modest, and pleasant-looking as ever.
An' what for?" "To make a fortune, Dad," interposed Marty. "Hi tunket! Wisht I was in his shoes." "Money ain't ev'rything," said Uncle Jason, succinctly. "Well, it's a hull lot," proclaimed the son. "I reckon that's so, Jason," Aunt Almira agreed. "It's his money makin' that leaves Janice so comfterble here. And her automobile " "Oh, shucks! Is money wuth life?" demanded Mr. Day.
When yer's pickin' yer mus' quit stoppin' ter pick out the leaves an' trash. I lets ev'rything go in that happens, green bolls an' all: they weighs heavy." The following day, Alston, as before, went to the cotton-field early, but he found that Little Lizay had the start of him. She had already emptied her sack into her pick-basket.
"Merely a round of shadow shows Shadow shapes that are born to die Like a light that sinks, like a wind that goes, Vanishing on to the By-and-by. Life, sweet life, as she flutters nigh, 'Minishing, failing night and day, Cries with a loud and bitter cry, 'Ev'rything passes, passes away. Who has lived as long as he chose? Who so confident as to defy Time, the fellest of mortals' foes?
She came down into the kitchen, pale-faced and with eyes that blazed with indignation. She had not removed her hat. "Come, Uncle Jason," she said, brokenly. "I want you to go downtown with me. If Nelson is in trouble we must help him." "Drat that boy!" growled Uncle Jason, scowling at Marty. "He's a reg'lar big mouth! He has to tell ev'rything he knows all over the shop."
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