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He considered her the equal to any Newbolt that ever straddled a horse and rode over from Kentucky. But then, you never could tell how tastes run. "Well, reckon I'll have to be rackin' out home," said he, getting up, tiptoeing to take the cramp out of his legs. "Yes, and I'll have to be stirrin' the pots to get supper for my boy Joe," she said.
"Joe!" she cried appealingly. "That's all right, Mother," he comforted her, "everything will be cleared up and settled in a day or two. You go on home now, Mother, and look after things till I come." "Step out of the way, step out of the way!" said Bill with spreading impatience. Mrs. Newbolt looked at the blustering official pityingly.
Newbolt, entering into the occasion with voluble reminiscences, was having a very good time. She liked Youth, and she liked Welsh rabbits, and she liked an audience; and she had all three! Then the doorbell rang. And again. "For Heaven's sake!" said Mrs. Newbolt; "at this time of night! Johnny, the girls have gone to bed; you go and answer it, like a good boy."
Then he ran his pen through his name, asked for a time-table, and sent a peremptory wire to Mrs. Newbolt saying that he was on his way home, and asking that full particulars be telegraphed to him at a certain point on his journey. "Let me know just what happened, and how she is," he telegraphed. "It must be serious," he thought, "to send for me!"
"And you have testified, here on this witness-stand, before this court and this jury" that being another small lawyer's trick to impress the witness with a sense of his own unworthiness "that you went to bed early that night. Now, where was Joe Newbolt?" "I guess he was in bed," answered Ollie, her lips white; "I didn't go to see."
Newbolt enthroned in adipose good nature close to the stove, Edith was perfectly willing to stay in the kitchen! "I say!" Maurice said. "Let's pull the stuff!" Johnny looked cross. "What," he asked himself, "are Maurice and Mrs. Newbolt butting in for?" Then he softened, for Maurice was teasing Edith, and Mrs.
Sarah Newbolt had a wide fame as a religious woman, and a woman who could get more hell-fire into her belief and more melancholy pleasure out of it than any hard-shell preacher in the land.
I saw a lot of hyacinths growing in glasses, once; I'll buy some bulbs for you." "Oh, I'm one of the people flowers won't grow for," she said. Mrs. Newbolt made a suggestion, too. "Pity you can't have Bingo to keep you company. That's what comes of boarding. I knew a woman who boarded, and she lost her teeth. Chambermaid threw 'em away. Come in and see me any evening when Maurice is out."
Newbolt hesitating at the door. "It's shameful to come around disturbin' folks at this hour. But when a body's in trouble, Colonel Price, time seems long." "It's the same with all of us," said he. "But Miss Price will be down presently. I think I hear her now. Just step in, ma'am." She looked deprecatingly at her dusty shoes, standing there in the parlor door, her skirts gathered back from them.
"Well, if you don't, I'm sure I can't tell you," Mrs. Newbolt said, despairingly; but she made one more attempt: "My dear father used to say that the finest tribute a man could put on his wife's tombstone would be, 'She was interestin' to live with. So I tell you, Eleanor, if you want to hold that boy, make him laugh!"
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