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Whenever he thought of home a lump came into his throat, but he always swallowed it bravely and said to himself: "'Tis wrong now t' be grievin' when I has so much t' be thankful for. Bill'll be takin' th' silver fox an' other fur out, and when father sells un 'twill pay for Emily's goin' t' th' doctor. Th' Lard saved me from freezin', an' I'm well an' th' Injuns be wonderful good t' me.
And I'll tell Timothy this very night, when he goes to bed, for he's grievin' himself into a fit o' sickness, as anybody can tell that's got a glass eye in their heads!" A Point of Honor. It was almost dusk, and Jabe Slocum was struggling with the nightly problem of getting the cow from the pasture without any expenditure of personal effort.
I've noticed that, often. "In the end we done what I'd favoured from the beginnin': We ask' Mis' Crapwell if we couldn't bury Jennie in her white mull. "'A shroud, says Mis' Crapwell, grievin', 'made by a dressmaker with buttons? "'It's the part o' Jennie that wore it before that'll wear it now, I says, reasonable, 'an' her soul never was buttoned into it anyways. An' it won't be now.
I must keep things to mysen I ain't got nuthin good to say to others I'm allus grievin at the Lord. Good-bye to yer good-bye to yer." Her voice had grown absent, indifferent. But when George asked her, just as they were leaving the cottage, who was the boy sitting by the fire, her face darkened.
Don't reckon yourselves wiser than Natur', my billies. . . . As for steam trawlin', simmee, I han't heard so much open grievin' over it since Government started loans for motors. Come to think hey? there ben't no such tearin' difference between motors an' steam not on principle.
His wife thought so and died grievin' for him. She left a little baby girl, only seven or eight year old. When this man come back, well again but poor, to look up his family, he found his wife had passed away and the child had been sent off, just to get rid of her, to a stranger in another town. That stranger fully meant to send her off, too; he said so dozens of times.
Suppose ye'er time has come. Th' fam'ly ar-re busy with their own thoughts, grievin' because they hadn't been as good to ye as they might, because they won't have ye with thim anny more, because it's too late f'r thim to square thimsilves, pityin' ye because ye'er not remainin' to share their sorrows with thim, wondhrin' whether th' black dhresses that were bought in honor iv what people might have said if they hadn't worn thim in mimry iv Aunt Eliza, wud be noticed if they were worn again f'r ye.
I wanted to be close to him; he was a man; he was strong, and I was lonesome and grievin', and at night always dreamin' of Mitch. And after a while Mr. Miller came in, and Mrs. Miller too. They looked terrible sad and pale. Here was Mr. Miller out of a church and not makin' much, and here they had lost their only boy.
But if we can't help it, mister, what's the sorter use in grievin'? I don't see the good in cryin' over a spilt petroleum can, I don't! Now, dew, mister, draw up har and make yourself comf'able; you'll find this bacon prime, for I knows it's the gen-u-ine Chicago brand and came out of the States."
"But you've been square to-day, and I'll show you I can be square when I come back. I'll not do more than ask you if your mind's the same. And now I'll not see you for quite a while. I am going a long way. But I'll be very busy. And bein' busy always keeps me from grievin' too much about you." Strange is woman! She would rather have heard some other last remark than this.
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