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"They are John Gurnsey and his sister, Julia; but the whole town knows them by the names they long ago gave themselves, 'Jack' and 'Jill." "And do they live all alone in the little house?" "Yes, except for the Widow Glaspell, who comes in several times a week, I believe, to cook and wash and sweep.
All that HER rubbin' up ag'in' them seams has amounted to is ter git herself so smoothed down that she don't never dare ter say her soul's her own, most generally, anyhow, not if he happens ter intermate it belongs ter anybody else!" Jack Gurnsey suddenly choked over a cough. "I wish I could do something," he murmured uncertainly.
Larson pulled off his hat and with his free hand sought the one particular spot on his head to which he always appealed when he was very much troubled. "Well, yes, sir, I'm afraid 't is, Mr. Jack er Mr. Gurnsey, I mean. He is turrible sick, poor little chap, an' it's too bad that's what it is too bad!" "Oh, I'm sorry! I hoped the report was exaggerated.
What he did not see was the quick gesture with which Miss Holbrook almost ordered her carriage stopped the minute it had passed him by. One by one the days passed, and there came from the anxious watchers at David's bedside only the words, "There's very little change." Often Jack Gurnsey went to the farmhouse to inquire for the boy.
Often, too, he saw Perry Larson; and Perry was never loath to talk of David. It was from Perry, indeed, that Gurnsey began to learn some things of David that he had never known before. "It does beat all," Perry Larson said to him one day, "how many folks asks me how that boy is folks that you'd never think knew him, anyhow, ter say nothin' of carin' whether he lived or died.
An' he got it, too, an' brung it home, an' they say it cut him up somethin' turrible when the boy jest turned away, and didn't take no notice. You understand, 'course, sir, the little chap ain't right in his head, an' so half the time he don't know what he says." "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry!" exclaimed Gurnsey, as he turned away, and hurried toward the farmhouse. Mrs.
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