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They moved toward the cellar entrance in a slow procession, to keep the chip from flaring out. "Don't hang to me so!" Grandma Padgett remonstrated with her daughter. "I sh'll step on you, and down we'll all go and set the house afire." Garrets are cheerful, cobwebby places, always full of slits where long, smoky sun-rays can poke in.
He then craned his neck around to look at Grandma Padgett, whose spectacles glared seriously at the man. This hospitable traveller wore a red shirt and a slouched hat, and had his trousers tucked in his boots. He pulled off his hat to shake the rain away, and showed bushy hair and a smiling bearded face. No weather could hurt him. He was ready for anything. "Light down," he exclaimed.
But they might prove her lawful guardians and cause a small moving party a great deal of trouble. "But we won't let them find her again," said aunt Corinne. "Ma, mayn't I keep her for my little sister? and Bobaday would like to have another aunt." "Then we'd be stealing her," said Grandma Padgett.
If I run to either side, there were the men, and if I took toward the pig-pen they'd see me. And they'd be comin' around and 'd ketch me where I was." "What did you do?" exclaimed aunt Corinne, preserving a rigid attitude. The toll-woman laughed cheerfully as she poured out more tea for herself, Grandma Padgett having waved back the teapot spout.
"No," returned aunt Corinne, deigning a glance his way. "That's only a gentleman goin' to eat supper here. Sing, Carrie. Now, Bobaday Padgett," warned aunt Corinne, shooting her whisper behind the curled head, "don't you go and scare her by sayin' anything about that pig-man." "Don't you scare her yourself," returned Robert with a touch of indignation. "You've got her eyes to stickin' out now.
"No; but he said turn west on the first road we came to," counseled Bobaday. "And this is the first, I counted," said aunt Corinne. "I wish we could see the cover ahead of us. We don't want to resk gettin' separated," said Grandma Padgett. Yet she turned the horses westward with a degree of confidence, and drove up into a hilly country which soon hid the sun.
He then smiled again at Grandma Padgett, as if the thought of propitiating her was uppermost in his mind. "Now go on with your chicken-broiling," she concluded, and he went on with it, keeping at a distance from her while she stood by the cart or when she sat down on a log by the fire. "Here's your stick, Grandma," said Robert Day, offering her a limb of paw paw, stripped of all its leaves.
Then we could walk right into town in the morning, and he'd hide Fairy Carrie in his cart till we got to the tavern." "Zene," said Grandma Padgett, "you might as well take out the horses and feed them. They haven't had much chance to-day." "Will we stay here, marm?" "I'll see," said Grandma Padgett. "Anyhow, I can't stand it in the carriage again right away." "Let's camp here," urged Robert.
Grandma Padgett had been through many experiences, but she felt she could truly say to her descendants that she never gave up so entirely for pure joy in her life as when she saw Robert and Corinne sitting in front of a fire built against a great stump, and talking with a fat, silly-looking man who leaned against a cart-wheel.
He was a quiet, singular fellow, halting in his walk on account of the unevenness of his legs; but faithful to the family as either Boswell or Johnson. Grandma Padgett having brought him up from a lone and forsaken child, relied upon all the good qualities she discovered from time to time, and she saw nothing ludicrous in Zene. But aunt Corinne and Bobaday never ceased to titter at Zene's "marm."
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