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Updated: July 16, 2025
The Pikeses is all in, I heard Bettie Pratt calling in the Turners and Pratts and Hoovers, Buck have come home to supper on time, as I know will relieve Hettie Ann's mind, Squire Tutt just went in the front gate as I come up the walk and I seen Mis' Bostick light the lamp in the Deacon's study from my kitchen window a minute ago.
Harriet looked at her in surprise for an instant, then she answered: "Why, Hettie, how could I know? Nobody in Cartwright does now, I reckon." "I thought you might." Both girls were silent for a moment, then the visitor looked apprehensively over her shoulder at the door. "Is yore ma coming in here?" "No; she's busy in the kitchen; do you want to see her?" "No."
Henley asked, impatiently, as he was turning toward the lights in the farm-house. "Why, from her clatterin' tongue. If she'll talk like that to us, you know she will about town, and it takes a powerful small spark to set a haystack of scandal afire. Folks think Hettie has driv' you pretty far, anyway, with her odd, graveyard notions, and it wouldn't take much to to start a ugly report."
"Oh, Hettie Ann," exclaimed Mother Mayberry in quick distress, "it are a mean kind of sorrow that can't open its arms to hold joy tender. Think what it do mean to the child and Look at Bettie!" And indeed it was a sight to behold the pretty mother of the seventeen sailing up the front walk like a great full-rigged ship.
It's a part of his hallelujah chorus in which we've all got to join." "Well, I shorely drawed the wash-board fer my instrumint," answered Mrs. Peavey with a vindictive look across the wall at a line of clothes fluttering in the breeze. "And they ain't nobody in Providence that turns out as white a shirt-song as you do, Hettie Ann. Buck and Mr.
How astonished the poor woman would have been had she known the truth about Jess! She went back again in memory to that night at the hospital almost twenty years ago. Hettie was a buxom girl then, full of life and animation, not much like the thin dragged-out creature of to-day. Twenty years!
Prim have been friends for many years. "I am Hettie Penning," she continued, addressing Jonas Prim. "My father has always admired you and from what he has told me I knew that you would listen to me and do what you could for me. I could not bear to think of going to the jail in Payson, for Payson is my home. Everybody would have known me. It would have killed my father.
I don't mean that you haven't got a healthy look, for that would bother me a lot, but you are well, you are just different." "Don't you worry," Henley heard himself saying, aghast at the cliffs and chasms ahead of him. "Don't worry about me if I seem to have my mind off at times. I've made some trades lately, and got the best end of 'em. I'm a natural trader a born trader, Hettie.
I don't know what to believe or or what to doubt. Wait, wait, wait!" Mostyn heard him clattering along the hall, calling to his daughter in the plaintive voice of an excited child. "Hettie, Hettie, here! Come, daughter, come look read this! Quick! Quick! What does it say?" Mostyn stood at the little window. He heard the infant crying in the rear as if it had been suddenly neglected by its mother.
"You know, because I told you about it, Hettie Ann, how Tom Mayberry cured that big preacher of a lost voice who was a friend to this Doctor Stein, while the boy wasn't nothing but serving his term in the hospital. He wrote a paper about it that made all the doctors take notice of him and he have done it twice since, though throats are just a side issue from skins with him.
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