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They were not girls any more; three stricken old women sat in the wide bright kitchen among the flowers in a bewilderment of grief too deep for tears. Hughie Reid and his wife were there, and Mr. Sinclair and Joanna, and several other friends from the village. And out in the summer kitchen Mrs.
To be a farmer was his present dream. "But that's too heavy for you," continued Billy Jack. "Here, let down the tongue first." "Pshaw!" said Hughie, disgusted at his exhibition of ignorance, "I knew that tongue ought to come out first, but I forgot." "Oh, well, it's just as good that way, but not quite so easy," said Billy Jack, with doubtful consistency.
It was almost a week before Bob Flick returned, and during that time Pearl saw Hanson almost constantly, although to do so she had continually to match her quickness and subtlety against that of her father and Hughie; but even while she and her father met each other with move and counter-move, check and checkmate, it was characteristic of both of them that Hanson's obvious infatuation and her equally obvious return of it were never mentioned between them.
Dickinson and Scherer have been talking it down. How about it, Tom?" But Tom, in these debates, was inclined to be noncommittal, although it was clear they troubled him. "Oh, don't ask me, Hughie," he said. "I suppose I ought to cultivate the scientific point of view, and look with impartial interest at this industrial cannibalism," returned Perry, sarcastically.
"But," ventured Hughie, timidly, "won't God forgive? Won't he ever forget?" The old man looked at him, leaning upon his hoe. "Yes, he will forgive. But for those who have had great privileges, and who have sinned against light I will not say." The fear deepened in Hughie's heart.
Fortunately for Hughie, his father was not at home. But not Thomas's earnest entreaties nor Hughie's eager pleading would have availed with the mother, for attendance at school was a sacred duty in her eyes, had it not been that her boy's face, paler than usual, and with the dawning of a new defiance in it, startled her, and confirmed in her the fear that all was not well with him.
It was quite characteristic of Ralph Hambleton that he should go, out of curiosity, to the gathering at Kingdon Hall, and drop into my office the next morning. "Well, Hughie, they're after you," he said with a grin. "After me? Why not include yourself?" He sat down and stretched his long legs and his long arms, and smiled as he gaped. "Oh, they'll never get me," he said.
Now that the ice was broken, every one was ready with a different version of the tale. John McIntyre was an infidel and an outcast, and had spoken blasphemy and driven the minister and old Hughie Cameron and a half dozen others away from his door, threatening them with violence. The company waited, expecting to hear an order summarily evicting the tramp from his refuge by the Drowned Lands.
And Hughie, protesting politely that he was not very hungry, proceeded to establish the contrary, to the great satisfaction of himself and the others. "Now, Thomas," said the mother, "we had better cut the seed." "Indeed, and not a seed will you cut, mother," said Thomas, emphatically. "You may boss the job, though. I'll bring the potatoes to the back door."
In a few minutes he had taken Fusie's place a the top of the swaying birch. It did not look so easy from the top of the birch as from the ground to swing into the balsam-tree. However, he could not go back now. "Dinna try it, Hughie!" cried Davie to him. "Ye'll no mak it, and ye'll come an awfu' cropper, as sure as deith."
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