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"Not them Minervy flowers?" he asked in a tone of doleful incredulity. "Ayes he did!" "And tipped over the hull what-not?" "Ayes!" "Jerusalem four-corners!" he exclaimed. "I'll have to " He stopped as he was wont to do on the threshold of strong opinions and momentous resolutions.
Jase had been Minervy's father, and therefore knew of her existence, so that mentioning Minervy to him could not in any sense be betraying a secret. She wondered if Jase felt badly about it, as Marthy seemed to do. On the heels of that came the determination to test his emotional capacity. At the root cellar her attention was diverted.
Harold replied: "No, Minervy. I am not a widow; at least I am only a GRASS widow, and they do not wear mourning, you know." "No'm, no'm, I spec's not. But what mus' I git for masef an' does po' orphans!" "Well, you have a black skirt, but have you a waist and hat? And you would better buy a black veil; not crape, it is too perishable; get nun's veiling, and "
And, Marthy " Billy Louise giggled a little and eyed the old woman with a sidelong look that would have set a young man's blood a-jump "I hope you won't be mad; I was just a kid, and I didn't know any better. But just to show you how much I thought: I had a little pig, and I named it Minervy, after you told me about her.
The cottage was fully equipped for their reception, with Minervy in possession of the kitchen and the formerly reluctant Suze as housemaid: though Thérèse had been silent as to the methods which she had employed to prevail with these unwilling damsels. Hosmer then went out to look after their baggage, and when he returned, Fanny sat with her head pillowed on the sofa, sobbing bitterly.
"Well, I wasn't to say brash," returned her husband slowly and soothingly. "It wouldn't do, Minervy; it wouldn't do." Lysander uncoiled his long braided lash and whipped off two or three spikes of the withering, perfumed sage. "I talked up to 'im, though, middlin' impident; but law! it didn't hurt 'im; he's got a hide like a hypothenuse." Mrs. Sproul drew a long, excited breath.
"Ward Warren!" Billy Louise was saying to herself. "Did you ever in your life it's exactly as if Minervy should come to life and walk in. Ward Warren! There couldn't possibly be two Ward Warrens; it's such an odd name. Well!" Then she went mentally over that paragraph. She wished she did not remember every single word of it, but she did. And she was afraid to look at him after that.
"Lysander Sproul, and you a father! This comes of consortin' with the ungodly, and settin' in the chair of the scorner." "Oh, come now, Minervy, I was only quotin'." Lysander's eye twinkled, but he spoke contritely, with generous consideration for his wife's condition, which was imminently delicate. "Oh, you're hystericky, Minervy. You'd best go to bed," observed her mother.
"We'd go up the canyon and have the caves for our play-houses. Minervy could have the secret cave away up the hill, and I'd have the other one across from it; and we'd have flags and wigwag messages like daddy tells about in the war. And we'd play the rabbits are Injuns, and the coyotes are big-Injun-chiefs sneaking down to see if the forts are watching.
Oh, I do wish you'd 'a' wore your uniform, Sandy; then you could 'a' rose up before him proudly, an' told 'im you'd fought the battles of your country before" "Oh, shucks, Minervy!" interrupted the old woman dejectedly; "what does Nate Forrester care for anybody's country? What else'd he say, Lysander?"
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