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But no one knew that for certain, or what became of it, only a small little pup of a terrier dog belonging to one of the Melia boys. This pup was just of an age that it was a great comfort to his mouth to have something he could chew. He was lying taking his ease, just under the counter where the letters got sorted.
"There'll be nine to-day, as I makes it out. I counted 'em up several times last night." It was evidently a great day in her eyes. "But you've allowed room for many more than nine," I pointed out. "Why, of course. There's some brings their elder childer for a treat an' there's always 'Melia Penaluna."
"No, in trath! not as much as one letter have I this night!" he said slowly. At this the Woman began to laugh, in spite of the great annoyance that was on her. "Sure," she said, "if Mrs. Melia had a letter for us, wouldn't she have given it to you? What use would she have for it? And if she hadn't, and told you so, where's the sense in you feeling your pockets over and over?
Didn’t thare used to be a spring ’tween here’n town?” “Goodness sakes! Randy! Where’d you come from? Water! Jes’ help yourself. There’s the bucket jes’ from the spring five minutes since, an’ there’s the gourd hanging up on the wall. I can’t get up, I’m that busy. Twelve to dinner to-day, an’ only me to do the cookin’. ’Melia she’s got to be upstairs helpin’ at the bar.”
"But there!" continued aunt Ann, dismissing all lighter considerations, "I dunno's that's any reason why you should bake in a tin kitchen, nor why you should need to heat up the brick oven every week, when 't was only done to please him, an' he ain't here to know. Now, 'Melia, le's see what you could do. When you got the range in, 't would alter this kitchen all over.
"What under the sun be you doin' of?" called her aunt, listening, with her head on one side. "Don't you fall, 'Melia! Whatever't is, I can't help ye." But the stairway door yielded to pressure from within: and first a rim of wood appeared, and then Amelia, scarlet and breathless, staggering under a spinning-wheel.
He could only beam at all he met, smile when the floating ends of the gray veil blew against his face, and long in his heart to give the new friend a boyish hug, as he used to do his dear 'Melia when she was very good to him.
To-day she saw before her an alluring field of action; the prospect roused within her energies, never incapable of responding to a spur. "My soul, 'Melia!" she exclaimed, looking about the kitchen with a dominating eye, "how I should like to git hold o' this house! I al'ays did have a hankerin' that way, an' I don't mind tellin' ye. You could change it all round complete."
"How can I know whether I want to 'ear it or not when I don't know wot it is?" said Mr. Silk, judiciously. Mr. Kybird sat biting his thumb-nail, then he looked up suddenly. "'Melia," he said, with an outburst of desperate frankness, "'Melia is crying 'er eyes out." Mr. Silk, with a smothered exclamation, started up from his chair and regarded him eagerly. "If she knew I'd been 'ere," pursued Mr.
Good-by, my lad, we shall soon meet again," and away went Miss Celia as if she were in a hurry to get back. "If she only had a red habit and a streamin' white feather, she'd look as fine as 'Melia used to. She is 'most as kind and rides 'most as well. Wonder where she's goin' to.
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