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If you had only kept your temper and waited until dad and mommie got here, I am sure we would be married by now, because I could have made them give their consent and be present at the Wedding and everything go off pleasantly instead of such a horrid mess as this is. "I want you to promise me now that you will be good, and I will make dad get the judge to let you off.
I hate town, anyway, and a hospital is the limit for dismalness. Even the Louise of me is getting ready to do something awful if I have to stay much longer. Mommie sleeps most of the time. I believe they dope her with something. She doesn't have that awful pain so bad. So I don't have anything to do but sit around and read and sew and wait for her to wake up and want something.
"I just know Peter's off drinking. I don't think he's a safe man to have around, Billy Louise. I didn't when you hired him. I haven't felt easy a minute with him on the place. I wish you'd hire Mr. Warren, Billy Louise. He's nice and quiet " "And he's got a ranch of his own. He doesn't strike me as a man who wants a job milking two cows and carrying slop to the pigs, mommie."
However, all disquieting thoughts were forgotten as he reached the summit of the hill and saw his boyhood home. He whistled his old greeting whistle. At the sound of it Mother Bab ran to the door. "It's David come home!" she cried, her renewed eyes turned to the road, her hands outstretched. "I'm back, mommie!" he called before his running feet could take him to her.
I wish you wouldn't take them long rides. Oh, I guess it's lumbago mostly but seems like it ain't, either. The pain seems to be mostly in my side." She stirred restlessly and moaned again. "What's Phoebe been doing for it? You don't seem to have any fever, mommie and that's a good thing. I'll go fix you one of those dandy spice poultices. Had any supper, mommie?" "Oh, I couldn't eat.
I I'll be all right." "My poor, darling, cold mommie!" She was off on the slim, quick feet, the screen door slamming and vibrating. Then Mrs. Goldstone sprang up. "You wouldn't dare! Such a baby you wouldn't dare!" "Dare what?" "You can't have the child! You can't!" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" He advanced a step, his voice and expression lifted in incredulity.
How's mommie?" "Oh, Ward! She's dead mommie's dead!" Billy Louise broke down unexpectedly and completely. She went down on her knees beside the bed and cried as she had not cried since she looked the last time at mommie's still face, held in that terrifying calm. She cried until Ward's excited mutterings warned her that she must pull herself together.
And mommie told me that was no name for it; it was it wasn't a girl pig, mommie said. So I called it Man-ervy, as the next best thing." She gave Marthy another wasted glance from the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Marthy!" she cried remorsefully, setting down the gravy bowl that she might pat Marthy on her fat, age-rounded shoulder. "What a little beast I am!
And do put them on and wear them if the wind comes up. It's easier to take a little trouble preventing sore eyes and sunburn than it is to cure them. And don't stay out late in the heat." "All right, mommie." Drawing her kimono closer about her, Mary V put her face up to be kissed.
"Do you mind if we stop at the Cove, Ward? Mommie wanted me to stop and get some currants. Marthy says they're ripe, and she has more than she knows what to do with." "I don't mind if you're dead sure it's the currants." "You certainly are in a pestering mood to-day," Billy Louise protested, laughing. "You can't jump any game on that trail, smarty.
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