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Uncle Jed's glance was not satisfied as it traveled from the dirty dress below the apron to the torn stockings and shabby shoes. "Why don't you wear the gold locket?" suggested Mrs. Snawdor, who now returned with Rosy in one hand and the button in the other.
Has that sign been hangin' there all this forenoon?" "Don't ask me. I guess it has from what I've heard. Anyhow it's there now. And WHAT'S it there for? That's what I want to know." Jed's face was very solemn, but there was a faint twinkle in his eye. "That explains about Seth Wingate," he mused. "Yes, and Gab Bearse too. . . . Hum. . . . The Lord was better to me than I deserved.
I 'lowed you was a stranger in these parts soon 's I ketched sight of you. What might YER name be, Mister?" The other, looking back over the way he had come, seemed not to hear Jed's question, and the native continued, "Mine's Holland. Pap an' Mam they come from Tennessee. Pap he's down in th' back now, an' ain't right peart, but he'll be 'round in a little, I reckon.
But so well did the unconscious Selena work in Jed's behalf that when she flounced off home in a pet Mattie was resolved that she would take Jed back if he wanted to come. She wasn't going to put up with Selena's everlasting interference. She would show her that she was independent. When a week had passed Jed came again.
How tangible and real a thing was that shadow he never realized until they reached Aunt Jed's and found that it had got there before them. Despite mammy's art, the supper was a sad affair. It was not the sadness of close-knitted hearts about to part that seized upon the company. Love can thrive on the bitter-sweet of that pain.
It was certainly a most fortunate circumstance that the garden was well out of the range of Selena's vision, or the sight of her sister and the remaining member of the despised Crane family repeating their foolish performance, which many years previous had resulted in Jed's long banishment, might have caused her to commit almost any unheard-of act of spite as an outlet for her jealous anger.
Why, honest truth, Sam," he added, ingenuously, "she treats me just the same as if I was like the common run of folks." The captain snorted. "Gracious king! Do stop runnin' yourself down," he commanded. "Suppose you are a little mite er different from the well, from the heft of mackerel in the keg, what of it? That's your own private business, ain't it?" Jed's lip twitched.
Jed's rocking back and forth on the box became almost energetic and his troubled expression more than ever apparent. "Now now, Sam," he begged, "I've told you all about that ever and ever so many times. There wasn't anything, really." "There was, too. What was it?" Jed suffered in silence for two or three minutes. "What was the real reason? Out with it," persisted Captain Hunniwell.
"I won't be home in the morning. Good night." Lewis walked slowly to the house, Natalie had not given him time to ask why she would not be at home in the morning. He grudged giving that morning to any foreign interest. He wondered what he could do to kill all that time alone. The next afternoon he and Leighton drove over to Aunt Jed's in state.
Snawdor plunged into a fresh recital of the affair, with evident approval of the part she had played, her self-esteem returned. "And you say Mason's fixin' to send her up to the juvenile court?" asked Uncle Jed gravely, his fat hand closing on her small one. "Dan Lewis has got to go too!" said Nance, a sudden apprehension seizing her at Uncle Jed's solemn face.
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