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Aunt Corinne's lips continued to move. She whispered to the hind wheel, "Mercy! If I was named Jonathan and Thrusty Ellen, I'd wish my folks'd forgot to name me at all!" Little Miami river was crossed without mishap, and the Padgetts and Breakaways took dinner together. Robert Day could not help noticing the difference between his grandmother's wagon and the wagons of the Virginians.
As they came to the gate of the Old Ladies' Home, Angy seized hold of her husband's arm, and looking up into his face pleaded earnestly: "Father, let's take the hunderd dollars fer a fambly tombstun an' go ter the poorhouse tergether!" He shook her off almost roughly and lifted the latch of the gate. "Folks'd say we was crazy, Mother."
I guess they won't want us round a great deal, when they come back." Mrs. Gaylord said, "Well, I never did!" When her husband returned from the parlor, she added, "I suppose some folks'd say it was rather of a strange way of spendin' the Sabbath." "It's a very good way of spending the Sabbath. You don't suppose that any of the people in church are half as happy, do you?
Ye ain't so fer from right arter all, though, fer I guess mos' folks'd baout as leeve hev the smallpox in the house ez the sheriff." "Times are pretty hard hereabouts, are they?"
But if you was to buy it, ma'am, I could put it in shape fer you, equal to the best, and at a figure Wall; I tell ye, it won't cost ye what some folks'd think." "Didn't that man the banker who stole everybody's money, I mean didn't he have any family?" asked Lydia, still without turning her head. "I suppose he he died a long time ago?"
"Annie Darling?" said Wilfred, with difficulty. "Why, she's a girl lives round here. Her mother died last winter, and she's been tryin' to go out nursin'. That's where she's gone now, I guess." Lily Marshall laughed. "It's a funny name," she said. "I should think folks'd turn it round and make it 'Darling Annie." Wilfred felt a hot wave sweeping over him, the tide of recollection.
An' oh, you kin laugh, Ma Hooper, b'jinks, but I reckon you're as proud o' these here young Eddy's son's sons as I be. Now, Mister Bill an' Mister Gus, you kin bet all these folks'd like to have a few words. Now, as they say in prayer meetin', 'Mister Bill Brown'll lead us in a speech. Hooray!" Bill seized his crutch, got it carefully under his arm and arose.
Sam was always mighty proud o' Milly's cookin'. "So that's how we come to call that hymn Milly Amos' hymn, and as long as Milly lived folks'd look at her and laugh whenever the preacher give out 'Welcome, sweet day o' rest." The story was over. Aunt Jane folded her hands, and we both surrendered ourselves to happy silence.
"I been treated bad enough alive without bein' cut up when I'm dead," said she, interrupting him. "I get to thinkin' about it, wakin' up here in the night. He said his folks'd help me if I asked 'em." "Of course, of course! Certainly we'll help!" said Vandervelde hastily. "If I had any money saved up, 't wouldn't be so bad. But I ain't. We never do. I I been sick a long time.
She stood silent for a moment, searching my face. "Look-a-here," she said; "they's somethin' I thought of. Mebbe you've heard of it bein' done in the City somewheres. Do you s'pose folks'd be willin' to send Emerel's an' my funeral flowers to the comin' out party instead?" "Funeral...?" I doubted. "Grave flowers," she explained.
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