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When the suspense became maddening, after that, he would ride down to the Wolverine for news. And the news was monotonously scant. Phoebe could read and write, after a fashion, and Billy Louise sent her a letter now and then, saying that mommie was about the same, and that she wanted John to do certain things about the ranch. She could not leave mommie, she said. Ward gathered that she would not.
"Marthy's got a sharp tongue in 'er head," Jase wavered, his eyes shifting from Billy Louise's uncompromising stare. "Daddy says when you do a thing that's mean, do it and take your medicine," Billy Louise retorted. "The boy of me that belongs to dad ain't a sneak, Jase Meilke. And," she added loftily, "the girl of me that belongs to mommie is a perfeck lady. Good day, Mr. Meilke.
"No, mommie, no use trying to deceive you any longer I fell out with myself I wish I could keep it from you," he added slowly; "I know it's going to hurt you." "You tell me, Davie. I've lived sixty years and never yet met a trouble I couldn't live through. Tell me about it." She placed the box of arbutus in the garden path and laid her hand on his arm.
But as he held her again to his heart there were no words adequate for the greeting. Their joy was great enough to be inarticulate for a while. "But, Davie," the mother said after a long silence, "you come running! You have no crutches!" "Why, mommie!" There was questioning wonder in his voice. "How do you know? You couldn't see! You are blind!" "Oh, Davie, not any more! I can see!"
"There now, Mary V, you shouldn't object to your own mother overhearing anything you've got to say. And if you expect me to clap my hands over my cars and start on a long lope across the desert the minute you begin to 'phone " Mary V laughed and gave her mother a bear-hug. Mommie was a plump matron, and the idea of her loping across the desert with her hands over her ears was funny.
"I can fight anything I can see, but when I've got to go blindfolded " She brushed her fingers across her eyes and glanced hurriedly into the little looking-glass that hung beside the door. "Yes, mommie, just a minute," she called cheerfully.
Johnny would be hungry, Johnny was a sort of prodigal, and the fatted calf should be killed figuratively and the ring placed upon his finger. She told her mommie and her dad that Johnny was coming, and that everything was all right, and Johnny would be sensible and settle down now, because he was not going to enlist after all.
Don't you go worrying because you can't do everything Charlie Fox does. Likely as not he's pilin' up the debts instead of payin' 'em off as you're doing." "I don't know; I don't believe he is, though. I think he's just managing right and making every dollar count. He got calves from Seabeck, up the river, cheaper than I did from Johnson, mommie.
I haven't got any broken leg and hookin'-cough." She managed a laugh then and took Ward's hand from her hair and laid it down on the blankets. "Now we won't talk about things any more. You've got to have something done for that cold on your lungs." She rose and stood looking down at him with puckered eyebrows. "Mommie would say you ought to have a good sweat," she decided. "Got any ginger?"
I found some cordial in the pantry. Drink it down, dearie; it'll warm you." They hovered together, Miss Goldstone trembling between solicitude and her state of intensity. "Kessie darling, you've got to go now. I want to get mommie up-stairs to bed. You got to go, darling, until to-morrow. Oh, why isn't it tomorrow? I want everybody to know. Don't let on, Mamma Hat.
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