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Updated: June 24, 2025
The hour on that lovely river, to which she had looked forward as delightful, proved dull. Fred Ferris had nothing to say; he could not get over this seeming snub from Joan. He attended silently to his oars, and somehow Mittie had not courage to suggest that she would very much like to handle one of them.
Mary was politely kind, and talked in an intermittent fashion; but the "fun" on which Mittie had counted was non-existent. When they reached the landing-place and stepped out Mrs. Ferris stood on the bank, awaiting them. And Mrs. Ferris, though able, when she chose, to make herself extremely charming, was a very outspoken lady. There was no mistake about her astonishment.
Nevertheless there before her was the middle ring. And the music had started. And Mittie May answered the cue which had lived in her brain for fifteen long years and more, just as always she answered it, or sought to, when that tune smote her eardrums.
On an upturned watering-piggin alongside Mittie May's stall in the stable back of the house, Jeff sat and just naturally gloomed. To this retreat he had been harried against his will. Out of her domain, which was the kitchen, Aunt Dilsey had driven him with words barbed and bitter. "Tek yo'se'f on 'way f'um yere, black boy!" Such had been her command.
"It's going to be a glorious day just glorious! Joan, we must do something not sit moping indoors from morning till night!" Mittie never did sit indoors from morning till night; but this was a figure of speech. "I'm all alive to be off I don't care where. Oh, do think of a plan! It's the sort of weather that makes one frantic to be away to have something happen. Don't you feel so?"
Ferris to Mary. "No, certainly not now. Fred will not care to go. He is very much disappointed, poor boy! If only one could be sure that it means nothing!" But Mittie was not meant to hear this. They were very kind to her, and she really had nothing to complain of on the score of inattention.
"If Fred had not been at hand you would have been in danger, certainly. But, as things are, it is simply a matter of keeping you warm for a few hours. Your face will be painful, I am afraid, for some days; but happily it is only a bad bruise." "I thought I could manage the jump so nicely," sighed Mittie. "It was a pity you tried.
And then at the precise second when the music stopped, the leathern thongs parted, and as the burden on her tumbled off and lay struggling in the dust, Mittie May swerved from the ring and, magically and instantaneously becoming once more Judge Priest's staidly respectable old buggy-mare, stood waiting for Jeff Poindexter to come and lead her out of all this shrieking, whooping jam of folks back to her stable.
Mittie has had a wetting" he called the younger girl by her name half-unconsciously "and they have put her to bed for fear of a chill. And she wants you." Naturally Joan was a good deal concerned, though Fred made little of the accident. He explained more fully, and an appeal to the old lady brought permission. "Not for the night, child I can't spare you for that, but for the evening.
Mittie Muncater's nose is still up. Things have come to a pretty pass when Maine recipes are used in Virginia, Mittie says. You'd think Yorkburg had been insulted. And every single one of the sixteen said their say over the runaway. Mourned, groaned, or were glad, according to their feelings. Some weren't at all surprised. Been expecting it. That was Lizzie Bettie Pryor and Puss Jenkins.
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