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"I don’t think nothin’," said Joshua. "I’m milkin’." "What would you say if I told you as he was come." "I’d say he was here." "Well, he is. He must ’a’ come last night, an’ Lord only knows how he ever got in, for nothing was left open an’ yet he’s there." Joshua made no comment. "I wonder what he came for?" Joshua made no comment. "I wonder how long he’ll stay?" Still Joshua made no comment.
"Gettin' up at four o'clock in the mornin'," continued the milkman, in a cursing voice, "an' milkin' a lot of dam'ed old kickin' cows, and gittin' on the road half-dead with sleep, to make a present to whelps like him, goin' to the City dressed up like Morgan hisself, ridin' to the station in a carriage he 'ain't paid for, with a man drivin' that can't git a cent out of him.
She never see a cow that near in all her life before, 'n' she says 'f that 's the way they look face to, she ain't surprised 't folks sit a little back when milkin'. It was nigh to on to her, 'n' you know yourself 't the bridge is narrow 'n' Mrs. Macy ain't. Well, Mrs. Lathrop, you c'n believe me or not jus' 's you please, 'cause it 'll be Mrs.
O Joshuay! O Joshuay! She cried an' cried as if her heart would break, but Josh went on milkin', an' never said a word. "I s'pose she thought he'd let her, the old hunks, for the next day, she baked some pies an' set 'em on the table in his part. She reached in through the winder to do it. But that night, when Josh come home, he hove 'em all out into the back yard, an' the biddies eat 'em up.
"I'd come too if 't wa'n't milkin' but Jot ain't home from the Centre, and I've got to do his chores; come in as you go along back, will you?" asked Diadema. Hannah Sophia remained behind, promising to meet them at the post-office and hear the news. As the two women walked down the hill she drew the old envelope from the Bible and read the wavering words scrawled upon it in old Mrs.
Bridget looked up now, with a sniff, as Elleney began with great haste to hand the eggs about the table. "You've been long enough over it, anyhow," she remarked. "Mary and me was wonderin' whether 'twas milkin' the cow ye were or bakin' the bread." "An' she hasn't brought the toast yet," grumbled Mary, drawing up her chair. "It's very near done," returned Elleney eagerly.
He's a terror to work at plowin', cradlin', and bindin', but he ain't no good at chores. I bet yeh he'll leave Mandy to do the milkin', ten cows, and some's awful bad." "And who's Mandy?" enquired Cameron. "Mandy! She's my sister. She's an awful quick milker. She can beat Dad, or Perkins, or any of 'em, but ten cows is a lot, and then there's the pigs and the calves to feed, and the wood, too.
It died 'bout three o'clock; and in de mornin', Katie, habbin her cows to milk, lef her dead baby in de cabin. When she com'd back from milkin' her thirty cows, an' went to look for her pore little baby, some one had been to her cabin an' took'd de pore chile away an' put it in de groun'. Pore Katie, she didn't eben hab a chance to kiss her baby 'fore it war buried.
"Guess I better finish milkin'." Mary put her patient "to-rights," and set some herb drink on the back of the stove. Presently the little room was filled with the steamy odor of a bitter healing, and she was on the battlefield where she loved to conquer. In spite of her heaven-born instinct, she knew very little about doctors and their ways of cure.
"In the state penitentiary," said Avery, seeking to hide his face. "Do you know Mavin Newton?" "Yes." "When did you last see him?" "It was the night of June twelfth, eight year ago." "Where?" "In his father's barn." "What was he doing?" "Milkin'," said Avery. "You went to see him?" "Yes." "Why?" "To git some money out of him." "Did he owe you money?" "No." "How much money did you go to get?"
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