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I never done anythin' of the kind before, and if you'd speak to Mr. Selden or to Mr. Rosedale about getting Haffen taken on again at the Benedick I seen you talking to Mr. Rosedale on the steps that day you come out of Mr. Selden's rooms " The blood rushed to Lily's forehead. She understood now Mrs. Haffen supposed her to be the writer of the letters.
She applied the corner of her shawl to her eyes, and murmured through it that no good came of bearing too hard on the poor, but that for her part she had never been mixed up in such a business before, and that on her honour as a Christian all she and Haffen had thought of was that the letters mustn't go any farther.
An' 'Fambly' washed thar clothes ez described, infrequent enough, an' no doubt war ez ragged an' dirty ez they war hongry. But, I said, Mr. Markham hedn't told the haffen o' it. Cold winter nights, when the snow sifted in through the cracks, an' the wind blew in the rotten old door, 'Fambly' liked ter hev friz ter death.
"The fire tuk inside, an' the court-house war haffen gone 'fore 'twar seen," said one, in sulky extenuation. "Leave Tobe be let him jaw!" said another, cavalierly. "Tobe 'pears ter be sp'ilin' fur a fight," said a third, impersonally, as if to direct the attention of any belligerent in the group to the opportunity.
"He air Nate's nevy. He air Nate's oldest brother's biggest boy, though he ain't sizable much. He air 'bout haffen ez big ez me ef that," he added reflectively, thinking that even thus divided he had represented Pig-wigs as more massive than the facts justified.
Toler'ble lazy an' triflin', an' mightily gi'n over ter moonin' over a readin'-book he hev got. That thar mill war a-grindin' o' nuthin' at all more'n haffen ter-day, through me bein' a-nap-pin', and Lee-yander plumb demented by his book so ez he furgot ter pour enny grist inter the hopper.
"I should like to say a word to you, Miss." The tone was neither aggressive nor conciliatory: it revealed nothing of the speaker's errand. Nevertheless, some precautionary instinct warned Lily to withdraw beyond ear-shot of the hovering parlour-maid. She signed to Mrs. Haffen to follow her into the drawing-room, and closed the door when they had entered. "What is it that you wish?" she enquired.
"An' the great seal o' the State!" "Whar be the land?" gasped Birt, possessed by a dreadful fear. His face was white, its muscles rigid. Its altered expression could not for an instant have escaped the notice of Timothy's brother Nathan. "Why, it lays bout'n haffen mile off all down the ravine nigh that thar salt-lick; but look-a-hyar, Birt what ails ye?"
"You have found something belonging to me?" she asked, extending her hand. Mrs. Haffen drew back. "Well, if it comes to that, I guess it's mine as much as anybody's," she returned. Lily looked at her perplexedly.
Lily remained silent and she continued: "It wasn't no fault of our own, neither: the agent had another man he wanted the place for, and we was put out, bag and baggage, just to suit his fancy. I had a long sickness last winter, and an operation that ate up all we'd put by; and it's hard for me and the children, Haffen being so long out of a job."
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