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"Yes, Jennie," said I after we had sat for a few minutes in silence recalling that sacred hour, "Yes, Jennie, there was a Real Presence in Father Hyatt's breaking and blessing of the bread. But what do you say of the disquisition of Mr. Work on transubstantiation which followed it?" "I didn't hear it, John. Was it really about transubstantiation?
"Well, Hyatt's calf was harder than the other chap's, that's all," he said. "Which is Myatt?" I asked, for the red and the white dolls had all vanished at close quarters, and were replaced by unrecognizably gigantic human animals, still clad, however, in dolls' vests and dolls' knickerbockers. Stirling warningly jerked his head to indicate a man not ten feet away from me.
"I'm going to see my mother." The two men glanced at each other, and for a moment neither of them spoke. Then Mr. Miles said: "You look ill, my dear, and it's a long way. Do you think it's wise?" Charity stood up. "I've got to go to her." A vague mirthless grin contracted Liff Hyatt's face, and Mr. Miles again spoke uncertainly. "You know, then you'd been told?" She stared at him.
The paint was almost gone from the clap-boards, the window-panes were broken and patched with rags, and the garden was a poisonous tangle of nettles, burdocks and tall swamp-weeds over which big blue-bottles hummed. At the sound of wheels a child with a tow-head and pale eyes like Liff Hyatt's peered over the fence and then slipped away behind an out-house.
TO that prayer-meeting and Father Hyatt's story of Charlie P., Wheathedge owes its library. "Mr. Laicus," said Mr. Gear as we came out of the meeting together, "I hope this temperance movement isn't going to end in a prayer-meeting. The praying is all very well, but I want to see some work go along with it." "Very well," said I, "what do you propose?" "I don't know," said he.
"See here, I want to go there some day and take a gentleman with me that's boarding with us. He's up in these parts drawing pictures." She did not offer to explain this statement. It was too far beyond Liff Hyatt's limitations for the attempt to be worth making. "He wants to see the brown house, and go all over it," she pursued.
He had not allowed, in his estimate of the situation, for the exasperated condition of Jos Hyatt's nerves under the unique experiences of the night. Jos's face twisted into a hundred wrinkles and his hand seized Charlie by the arm whose hand held the coins. "Drop 'em!" he cried loudly, repenting his naïve honesty. "Drop 'em! Or I'll "
The room in which she lay was cold and dark and low-ceilinged, and even poorer and barer than the scene of Mary Hyatt's earthly pilgrimage. On the other side of the fireless stove Liff Hyatt's mother slept on a blanket, with two children her grandchildren, she said rolled up against her like sleeping puppies.
Hyatt's shanty she saw the tumble-down house in which she supposed the funeral service had taken place. The trail ran across the ground between the two houses and disappeared in the pine-wood on the flank of the Mountain; and a little way to the right, under a wind-beaten thorn, a mound of fresh earth made a dark spot on the fawn-coloured stubble. Charity walked across the field to the ground.
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