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But she forgot all about the smell as she watched the fluffy doggies drying in the sunny stable yard while Marthy sang vociferously to cheer her own drooping spirits; the silly old woman never could bear the days the dogs went away. And so Felice on her side of the gate could listen rapturously to the throaty drone in which Marthy asked the world "What's this dull town to me? Rob-in's not here "
Baxter int' the grave: 'Come on, Marthy; there 's no use cryin' over spilt milk; we'd better go home an' husk out the rest o' that corn. Old Foxy could have inherited plenty o' meanness from his father, that's certain, an' he's added to his inheritance right along, like the thrifty man he is. I hate to think o' them two fine girls wearin' their fingers to the bone for his benefit." "Oh, well!
"But, being a woman, it seems I've got to spend my life slavin' for other folks' stomachs. But you're yo' Uncle Nick Sales all over again; 'Don't you get up befo' day to set that dough, Marthy, he'd say, but when the bread came on flat as a pancake, he'd look sourer than all the rest." "What was my Uncle Nick Sales like?" asked Nicholas indifferently.
The answer was short, but it was convincing. Captain Eri rose to his feet. "Gosh!" he said in a sort of unbelieving whisper. "Marthy, are you willin' to try?" And again Mrs. Snow said "Yes." When Dr. Palmer came he found Luther Davis still in bed, but Captain Eri was up and dressed, and there was such a quiet air of happiness about him that the man of medicine was amazed.
Two little pinched, hollow-eyed children came out of a red brick building, which bore in large letters over the spacious doorway, "The Orphan's Home," and walked beside her. A little eager voice fell on her ear: "I tell you, Marthy, they don't give you nothin' to eat to the 'Home. And I'm so hungry! Wouldn't it be nice if we could have all we wanted to eat, just once?
She had just read all about Walter Scott in a magazine which a passing cowboy had given her; perhaps that had something to do with her new ambition. "Mebby he did and mebby he didn't. I'd like to see our debts paid off with po'try. It'd have to be worth a hull lot more 'n what I'd give for it." "Oh. Have you got debts too, Marthy?" Billy Louise at thirteen was still ready with sympathy.
Sam Amos used to say that if religion made folks act like Marthy and Amos did, he believed he'd ruther have less religion or none at all. But, honey, when you see married folks quarrelin' over their churches, it ain't too much religion that's the cause o' the trouble, it's too little love. Jest ricollect that; if folks love each other right, religion ain't goin' to come between 'em.
Nary a mark nor a sign on to it no place. ... Whatever possessed anybody to leave a baby there of all places?" "I want to know!" exclaimed Scattergood. "Girl er boy?" "Boy, I'm told." "What's Jed say?" "Hain't sayin' much. Jest sets and kind of hangs on to his head, and every once in a while he gits up and looks at the baby and then goes back to holdin' his head." "How about Marthy?"
He was a man, and he had seen much of tragedy and trouble; also, he did not know Marthy or Jase. His chief emotion was one of resentment against anything that brought tears to Billy Louise; she had not hidden them from him; they were the first and most important element in that day's happenings, so far as he was concerned. He leaned and flipped the end of his reins lightly down on her bare head.
"Oh, Thinkright, what a beauty!" exclaimed Sylvia. The men looked up, smiling. "Here is Aunt Martha," added the girl. "Just in the nick of time, Martha," said Thinkright, coming forward and shaking hands. "We've a beauty here to show you." Miss Martha came forward to greet Cap'n Lem. "Glad to see you back, Miss Marthy. What d'ye think o' this plaything, hey?"
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