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"It's real nice at home, too," said Clementina. "We have very good times evenings in the winta; in the summer it's very nice in the woods, around there. It's safe for the children, and they enjoy it, and fatha likes to have them. Motha don't ca'e so much about it. I guess she'd ratha have the house fixed up more, and the place. Fatha's going to do it pretty soon. He thinks the'e's time enough."
The boy answered with the disgust a sister's company manners always rouse in a brother. "Motha wants you. Says she's wo'ked down, and she wants you to come and help." Then he went his way. Mrs. Atwell was used to having help snatched from her by their families at a moment's notice. "I presume you've got to go, Clem," she said.
She did not heed his explanation. "We'e you sca'ed when you got my dispatch?" "No, we kind of expected you'd come any time, the way you wrote afta Mrs. Landa died. We thought something must be up." "Yes," she said, absently. Then, "Whe'e's motha?" she asked. "Well, I guess she thought she couldn't get round to it, exactly," said the father. "She's all right. Needn't ask you!"
"It's strange," she went on, "how I used to be home-sick for father and motha" she had sometimes lost her Yankee accent in her association with his people, and spoke with their Western burr, but she found it in moments of deeper feeling "when I was there in Europe, and now I'm glad to have them go.
"Oh, I guess I'm getting old, motha," she said, and turned the question off. She would not have minded telling her mother about Gregory, but it would not have been the custom; and her mother would have worried, and would have blamed him. Clementina could have more easily trusted her father with the case, but so far as she knew fathers never were trusted with anything of the kind.
I've been talking with Geo'ge about it; and the'e's no sense in putting it off. I ought to begin taking care of him at once." "Well, I guess when I tell your motha how you're layin' hold, she won't think it's the same pusson," said her father, proudly. "But it is; I haven't changed a bit." "You ha'n't changed for the wohse, anyway." "Didn't I always try to do what I had to?"
"He said some kind of sewing that motha could do." "Well, I'll tell you what! Now, if she ha'n't really got anything that your motha'll want you to help with, I wish you'd come here again and help me. I tuned my foot, here, two-three weeks back, and I feel it, times, and I should like some one to do about half my steppin' for me.
Lander's talk should take, which was oddly enough toward the business Clementina had come upon. "I declare I most forgot about my polonaise. Mr. Landa said your motha thought she could do something to it for me." "Yes'm." "Well, I may as well 'let you see it.
Landa said, that your motha would come here and fit me!" she lamented. "I guess he didn't undastand, 'm. Motha doesn't eva go out to do wo'k," said Clementina gently but firmly. "Well, I might have known Mr. Landa would mix it up, if it could be mixed; "Mrs.
I've always wanted big families and never had one to live in " "Heard from Nancy recently, Oliver?" from Margaret, slightly satiric. "Why yes, Margie, now and then. Not as often as you've heard from Stu Winthrop probably but " "Motha, can I have some suga on my booberrish? Motha, can I have some suga on my booberrish? Motha peesh!" "Oh, hush a minute, Rosalind dear. I don't know, Oliver.
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