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If you do I'll I'll march straight to Laviny and tell her that you asked me to marry you. I will, as sure as you're shakin' in front of me this minute. Now you swear to me to keep still. Swear!" "How HOW'll I swear?" begged Kyan. "What do you say when you swear? I'll say it, Keziah! I'll say anything! I'll " "All right. Then mind you remember. Now clear out quick. I want to think. I MUST think.
The minister looked at her, then at her brother, and he, too, burst into a shout of laughter. Kyan did not laugh; yet his grip upon the chair relaxed, and over his countenance was spreading a look of relief, of hope and peace, like a clear sunrise after a stormy night. "Well, I must go and get supper," declared Lavinia. "You'll forgive me for leavin' you so, won't you, 'Bishy?" Mr. Pepper sighed.
Good bye, sir, Remember and give your goat kyan pepper in your lodge." As the boy went away, and skipped over the back fence, the grocery man said to his brother odd fellow, "If that boy don't beat the devil then I never saw one that did. The old man ought to have him sent to a lunatic asylum."
Kyan began a futile hunt for the missing napkin, in his lap, on the table, and finally under it. "I don't understand," he stammered, "where that napkin can be. I'm just as sure I had it and now I'm just as sure I ain't got it. What do you s'pose I done with it?" "Goodness knows! 'Twouldn't surprise me if you'd et it, you're that absent-minded. Here! what's that stickin' out of your breast pocket?"
Keziah eyed her grimly. "Humph!" she sniffed. "If you'd been a little less delicate about fetchin' that hammer, we might have been spared at least one smash-up. I don't s'pose Laviny'll ever speak to me again. Oh, dear! I guess likely I'll never get the memory of that that Kyan thing out of my mind. I never was so set back in my born days. Yes, you can laugh!" She laughed herself as she said it.
I want to see if you won't marry me. I'm sick of Laviny. Let's you and me settle down together. I could have some peace then. And I think a whole lot of you, too," he added, apparently as an afterthought. Keziah's face was red now, and growing redder every instant. "Kyan Pepper!" she cried in amazed incredulity. "Kyan Pepper, do you " "Hurry up!" pleaded Abishai, in agitated impatience.
I know where he goes Sunday afternoons and why he goes, too. Mr. Ellery and me's good friends. We understand each other." "Look here, Kyan Pepper! What are you talkin' about?" "Nothin', nothin'. Good day." "Stop! Stand still! Come in the house here. I want you to." "No, no, Keziah. Really, I'd love to, but I can't stop." "Come in, I tell you."
I don't wonder so much at Laviny wantin' to go to conference, but her darin' to go and leave Kyan at home is past belief. Why, every time she's had a cold her one fear was that she'd die and leave 'Bish behind to be kidnaped by some woman.
Kyan grasped at the pipe to save himself and, the next moment, chair, sections of stovepipe, and Mr. Pepper disappeared with a mighty crash behind the high-boy. A cloud of soot arose and obscured the view. Keziah, too indignant even to laugh, glared at the wreck.
"No, sir, she ain't," replied Kyan. "Laviny, she's sort of diff'rent lately. She ain't nigh so so down on a feller as she used to be. I can get out once in a while by myself nowadays, when she wants to write a letter or somethin'." "Oh, she's writing letters, is she?" "Um hm. Writes one about every once in a week. I don't know who they're to, nuther, but I have my suspicions.
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