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Hepsie is learning to control that little tongue of hers now, and she has, framed in her room, a verse that mother wrote for Hepsie especially: Take heed of the words that hastily fly, Lest sorrow should weep for them by and by, And the lips that have spoken vainly yearn, Sighing for words that can never return! Our African Driver
I like to have Dennis come in, he never snaps up his old mother as he does Hepsie and other folks. I don't like to be in the dark and have it so still, a dog yapping is better than no noise, at all. I say, 'Now I lay me' ever so many times a day to keep me company." "You ought to live at our house, we have noisy times; mother and I sing, and father is always humming about his work. Mr.
"I fixed it up with th' boys yesterday t' take a cold dinner to-day an' let me come an' help here. We're lookin' out that you don't hurt yourself to-day, Mis Farnshaw," she added, addressing the older woman. "Now you can go to the threshing machine too, grandma!" Jack cried with delight. "Come on, let's go right now!" "Not now, Jack," Elizabeth said. "Hepsie didn't come to get the dinner alone."
While listening to the reading of the will on the day of the funeral, Hepsie, old in the ways of her little world, had known that some explanation would have to be made of so unusual a matter as a man leaving his money to another man's wife, instead of to the man himself, and had begun by giving out the report which she intended the world to accept, by talking to Sadie Hansen before she got out of the dooryard.
Luther really did not know whether Hepsie could be had, but he meant to have her if she was not already at work somewhere else. He listened to the directions and promised without equivocation that Hepsie would come. He understood that for some reason the thing Elizabeth asked of him she could ask of him alone, but was careful to couch his replies so that that fact was not indicated even to her.
You wouldn't have me leave grandma to do all the work alone, would you?" she asked suggestively. As Jack hesitated between his great desire to see the marvel of the stackyard and his desire to show as much manliness as his mother evidently expected of him, there was a noise on the doorstep and Hepsie came smilingly in. "I followed you all on th' pony," she said.
A tear rolled down her cheek. Hepsie, who stood near and was regarding her sympathetically, laid firm hold on the rolling-pin. "I knew you'd no business t' do it. Now you go in an' set down in th' rockin' chair while I finish this here batch of pies." Hepsie was older than Elizabeth and making pies had been her business; the crust was mixed and the fruit had been cooked the night before.
I want to see if her pickles are as green as mine, and I don't like to leave grandmarm alone. You must be sure to stay to supper." "Thank you; I like to stay with grandma." "But I want hasty pudding to-night, and you won't be home in time to make it, Hepsie," pleaded the old lady in a tone of real distress.
She waited to take a breath, while the man rubbed his white hair in great perplexity, and feeling rather breathless himself; but Hepsie calmly walked by him, and before he could recover from the shock, he saw her disappear into the dining-room! Hepsie never forgot that moment.
Doctor Morgan let Susan Hornby return to her home and husband at the end of the week, confident that with care, Hepsie could perform the little offices required, but he was to learn that country people have little judgment in serious cases of illness, and that the young mother's room would be filled with company when he came out the next day. Mr. and Mrs.
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