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As she toiled she muttered and wagged her gray head with sage misgivings. "For my soul! There is the ver' bad hoorican' a-comin', and the child so heedless. But the signs, the omens! This same day I did fall asleep at the knitting and waked a-smother. True, 'twas Meroude, the cat, crouched on my breast; yet what sent her save for a warning?"
If the good Lord wills," she added reverently. The girl sprang to the woman's side, and caught her arm impatiently. "Tell me, quick. Where is he? where did you last see him?" "Goin' into the hoorican', with wood upon his shoulder. To make a beacon for you. So I guess. But you tell how you come alive out of all that?" Sweeping her arm over the outlook.
"Home again, mother, and hungry for my supper." "Supper, indeed! Breakin' my heart with your run-about ways! and the hoorican', with ever'thin' ruined, ever'thin'! The master Where's he, I know not. The great pine broken like a match; the coops, the cow-house, and Snowfoot Ah, me! Yet the little one talks of supper!" Margot looked about her in astonishment, scarcely noticing the other's words.
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