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There was in their relations, however, a complete adjustment to the class distinctions which separated them. The Judge accepted as his right the personal service with which Bob Flippin delighted to honor him. It was always Bob who pulled the boat and carried the basket. It was Bob who caught the grasshoppers and cooked the lunch. There was one dish dedicated to a day's fishing fried ham and eggs.
You must admit that, Grandfather." "I do admit it," said the Judge slowly, "in the sense that you mean it. But in the county sense? Do you think the Merriweathers will ask her to their ball? Do you think Bob Flippin will dine with my friends to-night?" "I don't think he will expect to dine with you, Grandfather. I think if you ask him, he will refuse.
But he was not thinking only of Georgie. He was thinking of Becky and her self-respect. "She will never get it back," he said, "until that dog asks her to marry him." He had faith enough in her to believe that she would not marry Dalton now if he asked her. But she must be given the chance. The Judge and Mr. Flippin were fishing, with grasshoppers for bait.
Flippin rose and made his way across the stream, stepping from stone to stone. "Mother wants you to come right up to the Watermans', Father. Mrs. Waterman is to have an operation, and you are to direct the servants in fitting up a room for the surgeons. The nurse will tell you what to do." Mr. Flippin rubbed his face with his handkerchief. "I don't like to wake the Judge."
I went in the house but couldn't stand it; and then came out and hung on the gate. After a bit Charley King came along and asked me about everything. Pa said Mitch had been running with Charley King and George Heigold, and they got him into things too much for his age, flippin' cars and such things, and that's how Mitch lost his life.
She followed and came to where the stream was spanned by a rail-fence which separated the Flippin farm from the road. The lowest rail was about as high above the stream as her own fast-beating heart. She ducked under it and discovered one of her fish whirling in a small eddy. It was a red fish and she was very fond of it.
"The neighborhood calls her Fiddle Flippin," the Judge reminded him. "What's in a name?" said Truxton, and swung his baby high in the air. "Do you love your daddy, Fiddle-dee-dee?" "'Ess," said Fiddle, having accepted him at once on the strength of sweet chocolate, and an adorable doll. "What are they saying?" whispered Aunt Claudia, still tense in the middle of the room.
She was not demonstrative, and it seemed inconceivable that she should care to hold Mrs. Flippins' hand. But there was a motherliness about Mrs. Flippin, a quality with which Madge had never before come closely in contact. "It is like the way I used to feel when I was a little girl and said my prayers at night," she told herself. Madge did not say her prayers now. Nobody did, apparently.
When the doctor came, he shook his head. "We'd better keep her here. She is in no condition to be moved to Hamilton Hill, not over these roads. Can you make room for her, Mrs. Flippin?" "She can have my room," said Mary; "Fiddle and I can go up-stairs " They moved Madge, and Mrs. Flippin and Mary got her to bed.
"It is good enough for me to stay in now that I'm here." "So you're back for good?" "Yes." "Well, we're mighty glad to have you." Fiddle Flippin, dancing and doubling up on Randy's knee like a very soft doll, suddenly held out her arms to her mother. As Mary leaned forward to take her, Randy was aware of the change in her.
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