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Both thrust out their hands, and the little mountain girl, so unaccustomed to polite formalities, was quite helpless with embarrassment, so the teacher went over to help her out and Gray explained: "Marjorie and I stayed with her grandfather, and didn't we have a good time, Marjorie?" Marjorie nodded with some hesitation, and Gray went on: "How how is he now?" "Grandpap's right peart now."
Grandpap's bearded like the grain, but somehow he 'pears ter me more like er big pine tree, fer grain bends before ther wind, an' he haint never bent ter no storm." "And I? Am I a tree, too," queried Donald with amusement. She studied him judiciously and then answered with quiet assurance, "Yo're the oak. Hit don't bend, neither." "And yourself?" "Why," she laughed, "I'm jest a rose like my name.
A moment later Jason stood on the threshold of an open door and an old couple at the fireplace lifted welcoming eyes. "Uncle Lige, do you know whar my mammy is?" The old man's eyes took on a troubled look, but the old woman answered readily: "Why, I seed her an' Steve Hawn an' Mavis a-goin' down the crick jest afore dark, an' yo' mammy said as how they was aimin' to go to yo' grandpap's."
These were real ones, picked off the trees. Out at grandpap's they had bellflowers, and winesaps, and seek-no-furthers, and, I think, sheep-noses, and one kind of apple that I can't find any more, though I have sought it carefully. It was the finest apple I ever set a tooth in. It was the juiciest and the spiciest apple. It had sort of a rollicking flavor to it, if you know what I mean.
So while we was lookin' at them papers, John Armstrong came in to pay his taxes or somethin' and he knew me because him and my pa had played together as boys. He was a brother of Duff which Linkern had defended for murder, and I tried to get him to tell Mitch and me about the trial, but he didn't have time, and he said: "The next time you come to your grandpap's, come over to see me.
"Mavis," said the boy seriously, "I'm a boy an' hit don't make no difference whar I go, but you're a gal an' hit looks like you ought to stay with yo' daddy." The girl shook her head stubbornly, but he paid no attention. "I tell ye, I'm a-goin' back to that new-fangled school when I git to grandpap's, an' whut'll you do?" "I'll go with ye."
"About the same as usual," said the boy, "Grandpap's poorly. The war's over just now folks 'r' busy makin' money. Uncle Arch's still takin' up options. The railroad's comin' up the river" the lad's face darkened "an' land's sellin' fer three times as much as you sold me out fer." Steve's face darkened too, but he was silent. "Found out yit who killed yo' daddy?" Jason's answer was short.
The city schools are now the pattern for the country schools: but in my day, although a little they were pouring the new wine of frothing educational reform into the old bottles, they had not quite attained the full distention of this present. We still had some kind of a good time, but nothing like the good times they had out at the school near grandpap's, where I sometimes visited.
"Dave an' Billy told us good-bye yesterday. Pap is going down the mountain to-day. Dave took the shotgun an' pap has grandpap's flintlock, but Billy didn't have a gun. He said he'd take one from the Yanks." "Sho!" exclaimed Sairy. "Didn't he have no weapon at all?" "He had a hunting-knife that was grandpap's. An' the blacksmith made him what he called a spear-head.
They just dry up. And I suppose you know the reason why they stay on the horse's back. They have rosin on their feet. Did you ever stand up on a horse's back? I did. It was out to grandpap's, on old Tib.... No, not very long. I didn't have any rosin on my feet. I was going to put some on, but my Uncle Jimmy said: "Hay! What you got there?" I told him.
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