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My woman told me when we got home that she knew 'em in a minute; there wa'n't nobody in town had that kind o' red flowers but her. She must ha' kind o' harked back to the days when she was Marthy Peck. She must have come over with 'em after dark, or else dreadful early in the mornin'." Henry Merrill cleared his throat. "There ain't nothin' half-way 'bout Mis' Down," he said.
She wants to know if I'll take care of her summer cottage till the spring comes. An', Marthy Pearson, they's chickens up there fancy breeds a whole yard of 'em an' I'm to have the feedin' of 'em. Ain't it enough to make a body cry for joy? Say, Marthy, would you would you mind feedin' the sparrers? only on the very stormiest days McCaleb would never suspect you, an' spring's near!"
"He'd be awful handy round the house, though, Vildy; that is, if he is handy, pickin' up chips, 'n' layin' fires, 'n' what not; but, 's you say, he ain't so takin' as the baby at first sight. She's got the same winnin' way with her that Marthy hed!" "Yes," said Miss Vilda grimly; "and I guess it's the devil's own way." "Well, yes, mebbe; 'n' then again mebbe 't ain't.
One day Luke Bradley came in his buggy to drive him out to his house. "Marthy won't heer to a refusal," he said. "She's powerful' troubled. She 'lowed ef we'd 'a' made you stay with us you'd not 'a' been apt to 'a' met Wambush that day, an' 'a' been laid up like this. She's jest dyin' to git to cook things fer you an' doctor you up." "I'll go and stay a day, anyway," promised Westerfelt.
It seems there's a wire fastened to the gate, and it rings a bell down at the house somewhere when the gate is opened. And besides that she had a dog that would tackle strangers. I don't believe," she went on, after a little silence, "that Marthy would have turned dishonest for herself. She was grasping, and all she cared for was getting ahead.
Standing with her back against the wall, she turned that something an envelope over twice, then tore off the end and pulled out the contents. It was the note she and Marthy had signed no longer than an hour ago, and written large across the face of it were the words: "Paid, Samuel Seabeck." "The old darling!" said Billy Louise under her breath and went straight in to show it to Marthy.
One night, I remember, we had waited supper, the wife and I, we were obliged to wait, the trout being in Jonathan's creel, when Jonathan walked in, looking tired and worried. "Hez George come home, Marthy?" he asked, resting his long bamboo rod against the porch rail and handing the creel of trout to the wife. "No? Wall, I'm beat ef thet ain't cur'us. Guess I got ter look him up."
Aunt Marthy is rather nervous about this gorge, now. Every evening she walks up here herself to make sure the bars are closed." "You may as well make up your mind to it," said Billy Louise irrelevantly, in a tone of absolute certainty. "Those calves were driven out of the gorge. That means stolen. You needn't accuse anyone in particular; I don't suppose you could. But they were stolen."
And he hammered the table with his clenched fist. Anna closed her eyes; it had come at last; she had always known that it was only a question of time. The rest looked at the Squire dumbfounded. Ah, that is, but Marthy. She was licking her lips in delightful anticipation with much the same expression as a cat would regard an uncaged canary.
"I ain't got the money now," Marthy stated, too apathetic to be either defiant or placating. "You c'n fix up the papers t' suit yerself. I'll sign anything yuh want." "Hmm-mm yes! A note covering the amount, with legal rate of interest, will be quite satisfactory, Mrs. Meilke. I shall make a lump sum at the going price for mixed stock. If you have a blank note, I "
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