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"Well, your grandpa thought he'd like to have her come down, and he don't feel right well, so I sent Watkins up; but you'd better go to bed, Flidda; you'll catch cold if you sit up o' night." Fleda was unsatisfied, the more because Cynthy would not meet the keen searching look with which the little girl tried to read her face.
"Tell her who I expect, and ask her if she can come and help you, and me too." "O, and I'll go with you, Cynthy," said Fleda. "I'll get aunt Miriam to come, I know." "I should think you'd be run off your legs already, Flidda," said Miss Cynthia; " what ails you to want to be going again?" But this remonstrance availed nothing.
More was said, but so thick and low that she could understand nothing. She had heard enough. She shut the window, trembling, and fastened again the parts of her dress she had loosened; and softly and hastily went down the stairs into the kitchen. "Cynthy! what is the matter with grandpa?" "Why ain't you in bed, Flidda?" said Cynthy with some sharpness. "That's what you had ought to be.
"No his sister was with him; he had been complaining all the evening that he didn't feel right, but I didn't think nothing of it and I didn't know as he did; and towards evening he went and laid down, and Flidda was with him a spell, talking to him; and at last he sent her to bed and called me in and said he felt mighty strange and he didn't know what it was going to be, and that he had as lieve I should send up and ask Mis' Plumfield to come down, and perhaps I might as well send for the doctor too.
"She looks like her father," said the sewing-woman, laying down her needle, which indeed had been little hindrance to her admiration since Fleda came in. "She's a real pretty gal," said the old woman in the corner. "He was as smart a looking man as there was in Queechy township, or Montepoole either," the sewing-woman went on, "Do you mind him, Flidda?"
"Muffins! O let me bake them, will you? I'll bake them." "Now, Flidda," said Cynthy, "just you be quiet. There ain't no place where you call bake 'em. I'm just going to clap 'em in the reflector that's the shortest way I can take to do 'em. You keep yourself out o' muss." "They wont be muffins if you bake 'em in the reflector, Cynthy; they aren't half so good. Ah, do let me!
She waited so long that she was sure Cynthia did not hold herself in readiness to see company. And when the lady at last came in it was with very evident marks of "smarting up" about her. "Why it's Flidda Ringgan!" said Miss Gall after a dubious look or two at her visitor. "How do you do? I didn't 'spect to see you. How much you have growed!"
"Where'll you do 'em?" "In grandpa's room if you'll just clean off the top of the stove for me now do, Cynthy! I'll do 'em beautifully and you won't have a bit of trouble. Come!" "It'll make an awful smoke, Flidda; you'll fill your grandpa's room with the smoke, and he won't like that, I guess." "O he won't mind it," said Fleda. "Will you, grandpa?" "What, dear?" said Mr.
Well Flidda," he added with somewhat of a sly gleam in his eye, "do you think you're going to make up your mind to stay to hum this time?" "I have no immediate intention of running away, Mr. Douglass," said Fleda, her pale cheeks turning rose as she saw him looking curiously up and down the edges of the black fox.
"No his sister was with him; he had been complaining all the evening that he didn't feel right, but I didn't think nothing of it, and I didn't know as he did; and towards evening he went and laid down, and Flidda was with him a spell, talking to him; and at last he sent her to bed, and called me in and said he felt mighty strange, and he didn't know what it was going to be, and that he had as lieve I should send up and ask Mis' Plumfield to come down, and perhaps I might as well send for the doctor, too.
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