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"Dis is Thornwood!" said Uncle Jimpson eagerly, pointing with his whip up a long avenue of trees; "you can't see de house 'cause dey ain't no lights in de winders. De Cunnel's paw set dem trees out de same year he bought Carline. Lord, I certainly wuz gone on dat yaller gal!
One of the farm hands laughed and pointed with his thumb to the waiting-room. Uncle Jimpson tiptoed to the window and peered in. All that he could see was the back of a very imposing lady and the top of a large plumed hat. "Is is she a-waitin' fer anybody?" he whispered, motioning anxiously with his soft hat.
He's stayin' wif Miss Ferney Foster what libes down beyond de blacksmith's on de other side de pike. He don't lak it no better'n we do; he's homesick, too." They had reached a pretentious white gateway, and Uncle Jimpson, recalled to a sense of his duties, drew himself up from his slouching posture, crooked his elbow and rounded the curve as if he had been driving a tally-ho.
Now de Cunnel's gone, she'll hab to git somebody else to make ober." "Well, I must find out about that hill," said Mrs. Sequin, turning for a last glimpse. "Whose old place is this we are coming to?" "Dis is our place, dis is Thornwood," said Uncle Jimpson, half in pride, half in apology, as he skirted the holes in the road. "It don't look lak itself.
One afternoon when the Colonel came in from the chicken yard where he and Uncle Jimpson had constituted themselves a salvage corps, he surprised Miss Lady sitting in the dusk on the floor before the empty fireplace, with suspicious traces of tears upon her face. "Make a light," blustered the Colonel; "you mustn't sit around in the dark like this, you know. Where's my pipe?"
"Say! that ain't a stick of candy you're trying to hide in your skirt," he pointed out, with an exasperated, rising inflection at the end of the sentence. "John Jimpson! If I could take you two girls to pieces and make one out of the two of you, I'd have an actress that could play Western leads, maybe! "Oh, well thunder! All you can do is put over the action so they'll forget the gun.
She sorter holdin' back all de time, kinder 'fraid to let loose an' carry on same as she use to." They were going through the covered bridge now and the rattle of the wheels on the loose boards made conversation difficult. "Wuz you eber homesick, Boss?" asked Uncle Jimpson inconsequently. "Rather," said the stranger emphatically. "I was born homesick."
The world seemed to her not only very beautiful, but very lonesome, and the vow of eternal celibacy, made to Uncle Jimpson, loomed large and terrible in the presence of Miss Ferney. "Oh, here you are," said the nurse, coming around the house; "the Doctor has been refusing to lie down until you come out to the garden. He says he needs you for something. Deliver me from convalescents!"
Aunt Caroline had died in the early spring, and Uncle Jimpson found even the society of Myrtella a relief after his enforced loneliness. He listened with bulging eyes and sagging jaw to her accounts of the latest murders and obeyed her slightest command with a briskness that would have amazed the old Colonel.
"Well, please don't kill Uncle Jimpson 'til he finds my gloves. I don't know where I took them off." "Yas 'm, Miss Lady," Jimpson welcomed the diversion. "I'll find 'em jes as soon as I git yer Paw his ice." "Oh, Daddy'll wait, won't you, Dad? I'm in a hurry." For a moment Jimpson and the Colonel eyed each other, then the Colonel's gaze shifted.
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