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Updated: May 21, 2025
I don't see how it can be that you're all right as long as you're in this state, and in danger as soon as you go back to the one you came from." "Well, you see, Zara and I really did run away, I suppose. Zara's father is in prison, so they said she had to have a guardian, and I left the Hoovers.
And, as a matter of fact, Bessie clung to the belief that her parents had not acted of their own free will in leaving her so long with the Hoovers.
They know how rich he is, and they didn't want to take any chance of making him angry at them." "Yes, that's just it. And I'm afraid he's got so much money that a whole lot of people who would say what they really thought if they weren't afraid of him, are on his side. You see, he says that I'm a runaway, just because I didn't stay any longer with the Hoovers.
Bessie loved peace, because, perhaps, she had had so little of it while she lived in Hedgeville with the Hoovers. But Dolly wasn't in a peaceful mood, and words weren't to bring her into one, so Bessie decided to change the subject. "We'd better hurry back," she said. "I really think it must be almost time to start getting supper ready." "Good!" said Dolly.
She was more afraid of the miserly old farmer than of anyone she had ever seen, and the idea of being subject to his authority for any length of time filled Bessie with dread. He hated her already; she knew that she would be far less happy in his care than she had ever been at the Hoovers', where, sometimes, it had seemed to her that the limit of discomfort and severe treatment had been reached.
Bessie knew, of course, without ever having thought much about it, that on many American farms, despite the ease with which fresh fruits and vegetables are to be had, a great deal of canned stuff is used. "Bessie," said Eleanor, after breakfast, "this is rather different from the Hoovers, isn't it?" "It certainly is," agreed Bessie.
I don't want Mis' Pratt to find out how they is a-acting, for three of 'em are hers and five Hoovers, and it is they own wedding." Eliza's voice almost became a wail in which Miss Wingate felt inclined to join. At this juncture, Martin Luther took it upon himself to create a further diversion and to add fuel to the flame.
"Well but do you always want to do what you're supposed to do?" "I'm afraid not. Good-night!" "Good-night!" Breakfast on the farm was just such another meal as supper had been. Again Bessie wondered at the profusion of good things that, at the Hoovers, had always been kept for sale instead of being used on the table.
But then they stopped writing altogether, and no one has heard from them for years." "H'm! Where did the last letter they wrote come from?" "San Francisco. I've heard Maw Hoover say that, often. But that was years and years ago." "Well, that's better than nothing, anyhow. You see, the Hoovers wouldn't have known how to start looking for them, even if they'd been particularly anxious to do it."
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.
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