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It was a string tie, and I've never before seen a pin worn in one, but it's interesting." "It must be." "He has a sweetheart," Winfield went on, "and I expect she'll be dazzled." "My Hepsey is his lady love," Ruth explained. "What? The haughty damsel who wouldn't let me in? Do tell!" "You're imitating now," laughed Ruth, "but I shouldn't call it flattery."
The old man's glance was riveted upon the familiar handwriting of the faded letter, and without a word Hepsey started to read it, date and all, in a clear voice: * WILLOW BLUFF, DURFORD. September , 19 . HEPSEY DEAR: I suppose you will never forgive me for making the move from the old house to Willow Bluff, as it's to be called, while you were not home to help me.
Ruth sat down to compose an answer which should cast a shadow over the "Complete Letter Writer." Her pencil flew over the rough copy paper with lightning speed, while Hepsey stood by in amazement. "Listen," she said, at length, "how do you like this?"
Jonathan looked hastily up at Bascom, and noticed him shift his position a little nervously, as he cleared his throat again. "The amount subscribed on this list, is two hundred and thirty-seven dollars and thirty-five cents," he said. The loud applause was instantaneous, and Jonathan turned quickly to Hepsey, as he stamped his feet and clapped his hands.
She don't never eat much, but this mornin' she wouldn't eat nothin', and she wouldn't say what was wrong with her." Winfield's face plainly showed his concern. "She wouldn't eat nothin' last night, neither," Joe went on. "Hepsey told me this mornin' that she thought p'raps you and her had fit. She's your girl, ain't she?"
'Twarn't no bigger 'n a baby hazelnut, but, sho's yo' born, chillen, dat ring cost ten hundred dollars!" "That was a diamond," said Lilly in an awed voice. "I never expect to have one if I live to be a thousand years old." "Chillen," said Maum' Hepsey, lowering her voice, "why don't you git Miss Nanny to let you open dat trunk in de attic?" "Whose is it, Maum' Hepsey?"
Jackson's mortal departure, Hepsey made periodic calls on Jonathan, which always gave him much pleasure until she became inquisitive about his methods of housekeeping; then he would grow reticent. "Good morning, Jonathan," Hepsey called, as she presented herself at the woodshed door, where she caught Jonathan mending some of his underclothes laboriously.
"Dear Niece: "I am writing this in a hurry, as we are going a week before we expected to. I think you will find everything all right. Hepsey will attend to the house-keeping, for I don't suppose you know much about it, coming from the city.
We found Maum' Hepsey in her cabin, sitting in a rickety old rocking-chair, a short black pipe in her mouth from which she was drawing vigorous whiffs of comfort. A slow fire was burning in the fireplace, and on it was a huge black kettle half filled with white Southern corn. This was "lye hominy" in course of preparation the succulent lye hominy dear to every Southern heart.
Miss Hathaway's library was meagre and uninteresting, Hepsey was busy in the kitchen, and Ruth was frankly bored. Reduced at last to the desperate strait of putting all her belongings in irreproachable order, she found herself, at four o'clock, without occupation. The temptation in the attic wrestled strongly with her, but she would not go. It seemed an age until six o'clock.
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