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Updated: June 11, 2025
Hugh was only disturbed by Hepsie, who came once an hour to give him the drink necessary when medicine time came around. It was lonesome with Elizabeth away, but it let him think more clearly. Hugh saw that he had entangled Elizabeth in a life which contained something altogether extraneous to her whole character.
She was such a breezy brisk sort of child, and had a way of looking at life in general that was distinctly interesting. "Of course, dearie," she went on, in that protecting little manner Hepsie loved to adopt when talking to her beloved mother, "you can't imagine I am thinking of people like you. If every one were half no a quarter as delightful as you, the world would be charming.
"I will not scold you, my darling," she said; "but in future never forget that God Himself commands that we shall honour our parents, and even if they grieve their children, Hepsie, that does not do away with children's duty, and a parent is a parent as long as life lasts to be honoured and loved!
But Elizabeth Hunter was not to be an old woman before she was twenty-five, for Elizabeth had Hepsie in the kitchen, she had learned to protect herself by refusing to be oppressed about the work she did do, and the weeks of rest that followed John's going were filled with the things which rested and restored her.
Before Hepsie went that night, she came back to the bedroom and cuddled the baby tenderly. "I'm I'm sorry t' go an' leave you with th' baby so little, Lizzie. 'Taint hardly fair, but but if you worked out a while you'd learn t' quit 'fore you was wore out."
"I wouldn't want to have so many step-mothers as you had, and I'd rather be named Marjorie than Experience." "Experience is a good name, and I'd have earned it by this time if my mother hadn't given it to me," and the sunken lips puckered themselves into a smile. "I could tell you some dreadful things, too, but Hepsie won't like it if I do. I'll tell you one, though.
"I guess I understand 'er all right," Hepsie said sullenly; "'t wouldn't make no difference, you bein' up. She'd be a-tellin' me what t' do just th' same, an' I'm tired enough, washdays, without havin' somebody t' aggravate me about every piece that goes through th' rench." She stood waiting for Elizabeth to speak, and when she did not, added resentfully: "You an' me always got along.
You see she is one of our old neighbours, and and well, they hate to be called that and they aren't exactly servants." "Well, I'll get the dinner for her it's wash day. Don't try to get up," Mrs. Hunter said, taking the breakfast away with her. "Be careful about Hepsie, mother," Elizabeth called after her in an undertone.
"Maybe I'll get things mixed up with my mother and grandmother and not know which is me." "Rip Van Winkle thought his son was himself," laughed Marjorie, "but you will think you are your grandmother." "I think over the old times so, sitting here in the dark. Hepsie is no hand to talk much, and Dennis, he's out most of the time, but bedtime comes soon and I can go to sleep.
Her colour deepened and her head thumped more and more violently, and by noon when they trooped out to the dining room, where Hepsie had a good dinner waiting, the girl-wife was worn out. She could not eat the food brought to her, but drank constantly, and was unable to get a snatch of sleep before the visitors assembled about her bed again.
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