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Two hours later Tobe drove out of the gate with a wagonful of furniture, carpets, bedding, and kitchen utensils, en route for Mandy's cabin. Mandy sat beside him, rocking back and forth, and crooning to herself in a curious mixture of boundless grief and delirious joy. Tobe returned and piled another wagon-load even higher. This was destined for the cabin in the mountains.
The Indian glanced with scorn at him, caught the knife out of Mandy's hand, took up a flap of lacerated flesh and cut it clean away. "Huh! No-t'ing." Mandy took the knife from him, and, after boiling it for a few minutes, proceeded to cut away the ragged, mangled flesh and skin. The Indian never winced.
The young pastor for a time had enjoyed Mandy's tirades against her husband, but when she began calling shrilly out of the window to chance acquaintances for news of him, he slipped quietly into the next room to finish to-morrow's sermon. Mandy renewed her operations at the window with increased vigour when the pastor had gone.
I've beat the insurance company bad, and I ain't dead yet. I have all this money, but what good has it done anybody?" "It can do good in the future, Uncle." "I want to leave something to Mandy's boys not too much for I'm afraid they'd squander it, and become do-nothings. What shall I do with it?" "Do you wish me to suggest a public use for your fortune?"
And what was any family tree worth if it was not rooted in Virginia soil? "Effen the Jedge was a king and wo' a crown," said Mandy's John to Daisy, "he couldn't look mo' bawn to a th'one." Daisy nodded. "Settin' at the head o' that table minds me o' whut my old Mammy used to say, 'han'some is as han'some does. The Bannisters done han'some and they is handsome."
"I done tole him he was too good-lookin' to be an unmarried parson," Mandy chuckled, more and more amused at the pastor's discomfort. "Looks don't play a very important part in my work," Douglas answered curtly. Mandy's confidential snickers made him doubly anxious to get to a less personal topic. "Well, they count for a whole lot with us." She nodded her head decidedly.
"I'll have a harder one to-morrow. Nothing would do but I must go back to Huntersfield. Mandy's off her head, and the Judge wants the whole house turned upside down for Truxton." "And Truxton comes on the noon train." "Yes." There was a long silence. Then Mary said in a queer voice, "Mother, I've got to tell you something to-night " "You ain't got anything to tell me, honey."
Her only movement was the turning of the leaves, until a large and splashing drop of something fell plump on the page then open, and she wiped it off. But another fell, immediately after it; then another. It was Mandy's rain. So Arethusa rose and gathered up her rug to start for the house.
Yes, he had read about the shooting Cross's Corner was only three miles away but, if he had ever known the name of Mandy's son, he had forgotten it so completely that seeing it in print had suggested nothing to his mind. "Well, she doesn't expect me to interfere, does she?" he asked shortly.
"Maybe I'm mad." "Mad? What ye mad about?" "Oh, I dunno. I guess I'm just mad in general. Nothin' particular, as I see." "Well, if anybody's goin' to be mad it ought to be me," said the cap'n, lifting his brows with that droll look he wore when he intended to indicate that he was fooling. "I guess I've got to wash my own dishes an' bake my own johnny-cake for a spell. Mandy's goin' to leave."
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