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"Where did you find 'writing' this morning? It's too early for the mail, isn't it?" "Yes'm. It was stuck under the kitchen winder." Hepsey looked up at the ceiling in an effort to appear careless, and sighed. Then she clutched violently at the front of her blue gingham dress, immediately repenting of her rashness. Ruth was inwardly amused but asked no helpful questions.
They were seated at the table in the dining-room and the fun was at its height, when they became aware of a presence. Hepsey stood in the door, apparently transfixed with surprise, and with disapproval evident in every line of her face. Before either could speak, she was gone. Though Ruth was very much annoyed, the incident seemingly served to accentuate Winfield's enjoyment.
"Say, Jonathan, you certainly have a wonderful gift for interpretin' Scripture." "Well, Scripture or no Scripture, I want you, Hepsey." "Am I to understand that you're just fadin' and pinin' away for love of me? You don't look thin." "Oh, we 'aint neither of us as young as we once was, Hepsey. Of course I can't be expected to pine real hard."
"I'll go right away, before I weaken. Oh," she cried, as Hepsey put a strengthening arm about her, "I've been wrong I know I have. However shall I make it right again?" When Virginia arrived at the tent and pulled the bell-cord, Mrs. Betty pushed apart the curtains and greeted her visitor with the utmost cordiality. "Oh, Miss Bascom! I am so glad to see you. Come right in.
"You're all right," he returned, "but I guess I won't tell him. Riches lead to temptation, and if I'm going to be on The Tribune I'd hate to have you pensioned." Hepsey appeared to have a great deal of employment in the dining-room, and was very quiet about it, with long pauses between her leisurely movements.
"I remain, Dear Miss, your devoted lover and humble servant, "My! My!" ejaculated Hepsey. "Ain't that fine writin'!" "It certainly is," responded Miss Thorne, keeping her face straight with difficulty. "Would you mind readin' it again?" She found the second recital much easier, since she was partially accustomed to the heavy punctuation marks and shaded flourishes.
She knew he would come back very soon and she understood his answer that he had the right. As she entered the house, Hepsey said, pleasantly: "Has he gone away, Miss Thorne?" "Yes," she answered, without emotion. She was about to say that she did not care for luncheon, then decided that she must seem to care. Still, it was impossible to escape that keen-eyed observer.
"I'll take good care of it," Hepsey said, wrapping the precious missive in a newspaper, "and this afternoon, when I get my work done up, I'll fix it. Joe'll be surprised, won't he?"
Finally he emerged from the bar and mustered up sufficient courage to threaten: "Mrs. Burke, if you don't quit, I'll send for the police," he blustered. Hepsey gazed calmly at her victim and replied: "I wouldn't, if I was in your place." "Well then, I give you fair warning I'll put you out myself if you don't go peaceable in five minutes." "No, Silas; you're wrong as usual.
"Gothic pattern, isn't it?" father asked, "with a tower, and a bridge at the back of the neck?" "This hash is Fanny's work, mother," said Verry. "So I perceive." "Hepsey is not at the table," I said. "It is her idea not to come, since I have taken Fanny. Did you notice her? She prefers to have her wait." "Who is Fanny?" "Her father is old Ichabod Bowles, who lives on the Neck.
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