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Job Lott, he farmed it for a while; but Miss Lott's father, he was took sick over to Machias, and they moved up to look after him, and nobody's been there since, unless the boys for blueberries. I guess your Pa'll find plenty to do to get things straightened out, and so will the rest of you." "There isn't any 'rest' but me." "Do tell now. Hain't you any Ma?" "No," said Eyebright, sadly.
The battered hat perched rakishly atop her knob of gray-white hair gave her a jaunty, sporting look, as of a ponderous, burlesque Watteau. She abandoned pretense. "Ernie, your pa'll be awful mad. You know the way he carried on the last time." "Let him. He aint worked five days himself this month." Then, at a sudden sound from the front of the house, "He ain't home, is he?"
"Wal," said Captain Corbet, "we don't seem to meet with much success to speak of do we?" "No," said Bart, gloomily. "I suppose your pa'll be sendin schooners over this here same ground. 'Tain't no use, though." "Where shall we go next?" "Wal, we've ben over the hull bay mostly; but thar's one place, yet, an that we'll go to next." "What place is that?" "Scott's Bay.
Above all, it filled her with a raging impatience for his return. "Between him and me," she would say to herself, "something may be done. Pa'll never do anything to get us out of this rut; nor ma. Neither will Roger nor Alice. And Rosy well, Rosy's too young to count on, yet.
This made 'Lena cry again, while Anna continued, "Pa'll buy you some new clothes I reckon, and if he don't, I'll give you some of mine, for I've got heaps, and they'll fit you I most know. Here's my mark " pointing to a cut upon the door-post. "Here's mine, and Carrie's and brother's. Stand up and see if you don't measure like I do,"
"I bet you, pa'll make you wish you'd taken my advice," she said sullenly. But Feuerstein led her home. They went up stairs where Mrs. Ganser was seated, looking stupidly at a new bonnet as she turned it slowly round on one of her cushion-like hands. Feuerstein went to her and kissed her on the hang of her cheek. "Mother!" he said in a deep, moving voice. Mrs.
"Lor bless us! Miss Eva's gwine to faint away! What go us all, to let her har such talk? Her pa'll be rail mad." "I shan't faint, Dinah," said the child, firmly; "and why shouldn't I hear it? It an't so much for me to hear it, as for poor Prue to suffer it." "Lor sakes! it isn't for sweet, delicate young ladies, like you, these yer stories isn't; it's enough to kill 'em!"
But not to Mis' Hemphill she's a most su'prisin' gossip, ye know nor to the Murfrees, nor Flahertys, nor nobody. These is fam'ly affairs, Lucy, and they ain't for public ears. I'm going down to Lon's now, and your pa'll get home soon very soon. I'll see to that," grimly. "Now, good night, and don't you shed another tear, will ye?"
"It ain't goin' to rain before noon," Myrtella said authoritatively, in a tone that indicated her intention of stopping it immediately if it showed any intention of doing so. "It'll do you good to git out and walk a spell." Miss Lady shook her head. "Well, then you better let me send Bertie down here, he's makin' a awful racket in the nursery an' his pa'll be after him soon."
"You know, my dear," Mrs. Bates said to Jane, "I had meant to have your brother, but " Jane bowed her head and never thought of venturing to ask her how she knew. That same night Jane slowly tore her plans for the working-girls' home into long strips and burned them in the gas, one at a time. "Pa'll never listen to a word about anything like this now."
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