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Updated: June 11, 2025
He's dreadfully particular, but then all old bachelors are!" Maryllia smiled, and bidding them good-morning cantered off. She was curiously touched at the notion of old Josey Letherbarrow missing her, and 'Baby Hippolyta' crying for her. "Not one of my society friends would miss me!" she said to herself- "And certainly I know nobody who would cry for me!" She checked her thoughts "Except Cicely.
"Do just as you please," said Jonas. "Well, do you want me to go?" "Yes, I should like your company very well; and, besides, perhaps you can help me." "Well," said Josey, "I'll go." He accordingly followed Jonas as he drove the oxen along to the sled.
And Josey Letherbarrow surveyed the young woman with an inimitable expression of disdain; "Well, it's a time o' life YOU'LL never reach, sane or sound, my gel, take my word for't! Fine feathers makes fine birds, but the life is more'n the meat and the body more'n raiment.
And Josey began to chuckle with a kind of inward merriment; "I'll never forget the day that child sat down on a wopses' nest an' got all 'er little legs stung; she was about five 'ear old then, an' she never cried not she! the little proud spitfire that she was, she jes' stamped 'er mite of a foot an' she sez, sez she: 'Did God make the wopses? An' 'er nurse sez to 'er: 'Yes, o' course, lovey, God made 'em. 'Then I don't think much of Him! sez she.
"Well," said Oliver, and he began to descend. "Why?" said Josey; "I don't think there's any danger." "Yes," said Jonas, "a pitchfork wound is worse than almost any other. It is what they call a punctured wound." "What kind of a wound is that?" said Josey. "I'll tell you some other time," said Jonas. "But don't stay up here. You don't obey so well as Oliver.
What was the old man talking about? He felt that he must immediately put a stop to any chance of indecorous garrulity. "No, you never told me anything about it, Josey," he said, hastily, "an I've no time just now to stay and listen. I'm off on a visit for two or three days you won't see me again till Sunday." Josey drew his pipe slowly out of his mouth.
And whether it'll be any good speakin' to the new lady who's comin' home on Tuesday, or whether the Five Sisters won't be all corpses afore she comes, there's no knowin'. The Lord He gave the trees, but whether the Lord He gave Oliver Leach to take 'em away again after a matter of three or four hundred year is mighty doubtful!" Old Josey looked stupefied.
Welcome 'ome to Squire's gel! Welcome 'ome!" "Shut up, Josey!" said Bainton, though kindly enough "You'll soon part with all the breath you've got in yer body if ye makes a screech owl of yerself like that in the night air! You's done enough for once in a way, keep easy an' quiet while we carries ye back to the village ye weighs a hundred pound 'eavier if ye're noisy, ye do reely now!"
At this Maryllia rose rather hurriedly and put on her hat, tying its chiffon strings slowly under her chin. "Good-bye, Josey dear!" she said "It won't be for very long. But you must keep my secret you mustn't say a word, not even" here she paused and laughed a little forcedly "not even to the Parson you're so fond of!" Josey looked at her sideways, with a quaintly meditative expression.
Then he took two chains from the sled, and attached the oxen, by means of them, to the forward part of the sleigh. When all was ready, he put Josey in with the woman, and let Isaiah lead his horse behind. He then started the oxen. "Are you going to leave the sled here?" said Josey. "Yes," said Jonas, "we can come and get it after the storm is over." The oxen drew the sleigh along very easily.
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