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But he come out int' the kitchen I'd been t' the barn then an' give the cows some fodder an' he carried a cane, his gran'ther's it was, same's the crutch. It's got a crook handle, an' I've kep' it in the chimney corner to pull down boxes an' things from the upper cupboard.
The stakes were a million dollars and the forfeit nothing. As I looked around the little office and at the weazened old barrister before me, something of the fascination of the law took hold of me. "I rather think I should like to study law myself," I remarked. He looked at me out of the corners of his bead-like little eyes. "And break your gran'ther's will, mebbe?" he inquired slyly.
"I believe it does; but we are never here in winter. It's too cold." "Your gran'ther's here, ain't he?" queried Mrs. Salter. "Yes, O yes; grandpa is here, of course. I don't suppose anything would draw him away from the old place." "How big is the farm?" went on the first speaker. Mrs. Reverdy did not know; three or four hundred acres, she believed. Or it might be five.
He's been suffering terribly all night, and the doctor think's he's dying. "I followed her into gran'ther's room, where the family was assembled about the bed.
I'm all beat out now doin' nothin'. Since I've bought the old place gran'ther's farm, you know I don't seem to be much better off. I can't go to farmin' it this fall; and what can a lone woman do on a farm anyhow?" "Farmin' is kind of poor business for a woman; but I do hope, Mirandy, you ain't a-goin' to marry that poor, pigeon-breasted, peddlin' cretur that's hangin' round here."
A dollar-seventy Why, bless you, Tim Fry, there ain't a book there but's wuth a dollar-seventy taken by itself! Why, I'll start it myself at thirteen " "Oh, don't you do it, Cap'n, don't you do it!" called Miss Letty piercingly. "I don't want 'em to bid on gran'ther's books. I want them books myself, if I have to work my fingers to the bone."
"Where is he, I mean," asked the minister. "I want to see him. I've got to." "Gran'ther's gone away," announced Mary, looking up at him with hot and loyal eyes. "We don't know where." Her fingers trembled, and she lost her stitch. She was furious with herself for not being calmer. It seemed as if gran'ther had a right to demand it of her. The minister bent his brows impatiently.
Now, here's some books Miss Letty's brought down out o' the attic. I don't know what they be, but they look to me as if they might ha' come out of her gran'ther's lib'ry old Parson Lamson, ye know." "Yes," said Miss Letty, from the low rocking-chair a neighbor had insisted on giving up to her, "they did. Many's the time I've watched him porin' over 'em winter nights with two candles."
My admiration for gran'ther's daredevil qualities rose to infinity when he entered into free-and-easy talk with her, about how much she ate, and could she raise her arms enough to do up her own hair, and how many yards of velvet it took to make her gorgeous, gold-trimmed robe.
"People had little cash in those days, and gran'ther's six dollars and forty-three cents lasted like the widow's cruse of oil. We went to see the fat lady, who, if she was really as big as she looked to me then, must have weighed at least a ton.
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