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Updated: June 29, 2025
Oh, of course, most generally, when I write real poems, I have to sit down with a pencil an' paper, an' write 'em out. It's only the spontaneous combustion kind that comes all in a minute, without predisposed thinkin'. Now, run along to your pa, child. He wants you. He's been frettin' the last hour for you, jest because he didn't know exactly where you was. Goodness me!
You never used to care for the town or anybody in it. Lately you've changed. Changed in a good many ways. Is somethin' besides this Lane affair frettin' you? Is somebody frettin' you? Are you worried about that one?" She had caught me unawares. I felt the blood tingle in my cheeks. I tried to laugh and made a failure of the attempt. "That one?" I repeated. "I Why, I don't understand, Dorinda."
"I knew the dear Lord would fix the gurms," Pearl said as she dressed, laughing to herself. But her face clouded in a moment. What about the poppies? Then she laughed again. "There I go frettin' again. I guess the Lord knows they're, there and He isn't going to smash them if Polly really needs them."
Oh, don't you ever go frettin' about me, lad, when ah, well! when they's nothin' but fog t' fear. Sure, 'twasn't no trouble for me t' find North Tickle in the fog. Ah, me! If 'twas only that! Sure, I bumped her nose agin the point o' God's Warning, an' rattled her bones a bit, but, lad, me an' the punt is used t' little things like that. Oh, ay," he repeated, dismally, "I got in."
The housekeeping expenses began eating a hole in Margaret's little fund, the existence of which was no sooner known to Mr. O'Rourke than he stood up his fishing-rod in one corner of the room, and thenceforth it caught nothing but cobwebs. "Divil a sthroke o' work I 'll do," said Mr. O'Rourke, "whin we can live at aise on our earnin's. Who 'd be afther frettin' hisself, wid money in the bank?
Heany, for fear she'd be frettin' about the little boy that's lyin' at home in the small-pox; and indeed I thought 'twas for him it was; but man proposes, and God disposes and death forgets none, the Lord be praised and everyone has their hour, old and young, Ma'am; and as I was sayin', they had no notion or expectation up at the Elms, Ma'am, she was so bad, the heavens be her bed this night.
But I'd sooner be lookin' out at the little green hills at our own place, with me poor father the Lord ha' mercy on his soul! walkin' about on them." She passed her hand across her eyes now for another reason, and then sighed again, but presently took herself to task. "Sure, I've no call at all to be frettin'; I have a right to know better, so I have.
"'Deed, he gits his health middlin' well enough, glory be to goodness," she said; "somewhiles he'll be frettin' a bit, thinkin' of diff'rent things, and when I tell him he'd better lave botherin' his head wid them, he sez he might as aisy bid a blast of win' to not be blowin' through a houle. Och, Andy's a quare man. He's out and about now somewheres on the farm." Mrs.
But I was ready to do anything to help Mrs. Thankful from frettin' and when he talked about quittin' his job right in the busy season I had to keep him here somehow, I just HAD to. He was kind of of mushy and soft about me first along I guess guys of his kind are likely to be about any woman that'll listen to 'em and when his sister got jealous and put him up to leavin' I thought up my plan.
My own boy fell in like fashion, an' my blood wasn't no tamer then thet in other veins but yit I held my hand. Ye comes ter us now, frettin' under ther sting of a wrong done ter ye an' I don't say yore wrath hain't righteous, but ye've done been vouchsafed sich a chanst as God don't proffer ter many, an' God calls fer sacrifices from them elected ter sarve him."
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