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He had said that Blent would not be much without his mother. That was not quite right; it was much, but different. She had carried away with her the atmosphere of the place, the essence of the life that he had lived there with her. Who would make that the same to him again? Suddenly he recollected that in four days he was to ask Janie Iver for her answer.
She was a pleasant-looking lass, not exactly pretty not the sort of girl one turns to look at in a crowd yet, having seen her, it was agreeable to continue looking at her. St. Leonard introduced me to her as his eldest daughter, Janie, and explained to her that behind the study door, if only she would take the trouble to look, she would find a time-table
Janie was not denied to him, but only because no chance was given to her of denying herself. A footman, unconscious of convulsions external or internal, showed him into the morning-room. But Janie's own attitude was plain enough in her reception of him. "Oh, Bob, why in the world do you come here to-day? Indeed I can't talk to you to-day." Her dismay was evident.
That's what he married Janie for the whole township knows that. He's never given her a kind word, or a holiday, or a new dress, since they were married eight years. She slaves and toils, and he rich as any man need be; owns three farms already, money in the bank, cattle, horses everything. But look at Janie; she looks as old as mother. I pity his son, if he ever has one.
"I am the father of Janie, the twin," he said. "I am glad you have taken care of her." "Come and see her," said Mary. "No, no!" said the man, "the evil spirit will put a spell on me." "You won't be hurt if you stand far away and look at her," said Mary. As he watched Janie, Mary took him by the arm and dragged him to the little girl. She put his strong black arms around her little shoulders.
"Well, we came through with our heads still on," congratulated naughty Judith in Jane's ear, the moment they had won clear of the fateful receiving line. "Clever little Janie. I saw and I heeded. Our dear Marian looked ready to bite. I think she would have snapped anyway, if we'd given her half a chance. Good thing she was on the end. I'm sure nobody noticed." "I hope no one did," Jane sighed.
Raising her head, Jane suddenly sat very straight on the bench, her gray eyes alive with resolution. "You don't need to tell me that, Janie." Her father took one of Jane's slender white hands between his own strong brown ones. "You showed yourself a real pioneer freshman. They say the freshman year's always the hardest. I know mine was at Atherton.
I think the Mannings worship their farms and stock a good deal more than 'Lecty and Mat do their fine house and their money and all." Her admirers and her conquests she confided to Janie Morse. There was one very charming young man that she liked a great deal, but her sister said she was too young to keep company, and there might be next winter in New York.
"Are you going for a walk to-day, as you nearly always do, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, of the rabbit gentleman, as he got up from the breakfast table in the hollow stump bungalow one morning. "Why, yes, Janie, I am going for a walk in the woods very soon," answered Uncle Wiggily. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "There is," said the muskrat lady.
Janie was left alone with Mrs Iver. Such occurrences as these are very deplorable. Almost of necessity they impair a daughter's proper position of superiority and put her in a relation toward her mother which no self-respecting young woman would desire to occupy. It might be weeks before Janie Iver could really assert her dignity again.
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