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Updated: June 13, 2025
The tenth one struck flame. There were ashes and black brands in the fireplace, left there possibly, by the landlord's last moofer. Grandma Padgett built a fire to which the children huddled, casting fearful glances up the damp-stained walls. The flame was something like a welcome. "Perhaps," said Grandma with energy, "there are even provisions in the house.
J. D. Matthews reminded of his recent tribulations, took up one of his feet and began to groan over it again. He was as shapeless and clumsy as a bear, and this motion seemed not unlike the tiltings of a bear forced to dance. "There you go," said Grandma Padgett. "Can't you tell how you came in the cellar, and what hurt you?" Mr.
We did not know whether to run or stand, when Captain Field gave the command to fire and charge the bushes. We charged the bushes and saw the Yankees running through them, and we fired on them as they retreated. I do not know how many Yankees were killed, if any. Hugh Padgett and Dr. Hooper, and perhaps one or two others, were wounded.
About the middle of the afternoon Zene halted and waited for the carriage to come up. He left his seat and came to the rear of Old Hickory, the off carriage horse, slapping a fly flat on Old Hickory's flank as he paused. "What's the matter, Zene?" inquired Grandma Padgett. "Has anything happened?" "No, marm," replied Zene.
The dark circles were still about her eyes, but her pallor was flushed with a warmer color, Grandma Padgett pushed the damp curls off her forehead. "Are you hungry, Sissy?" she inquired. "No, ma'am," replied Carrie. "Yes, ma'am," she added, after a moment's reflection. "She actually doesn't know," said Bobaday, sitting down on the lounge near Carrie.
Aunt Corinne said she should like to see Fairy Carrie again, but Ma Padgett would be looking for them. At this instant the little creature appeared back of the tent. Whether she had crept under the canvas or knew some outlet to the air, she stood there fanning herself with her hands, and looking up and about with an expression which was sad through all the dusk.
It seemed very much better in aunt Corinne's eyes. "We can just run down there, and run right back after we go in, while Ma Padgett is busy." "Then we'll have to be spry," said Robert Day. Having passed the first corner they were spry, springing along the streets with their hands locked. It was not hard to find one's way about in Richmond then, and the tavern was not far from the open square.
The first messenger they met entered on the 'pike from a cross-road some distance ahead of them, but was checked in his canter toward Greenfield by Zene, who stopped the wagon for a parley. Mrs. Tracy was half irritated by such officiousness, and Grandma Padgett herself intended to call Zene to account, when he left the white and gray and came limping to the carriage at the rider's side.
She could only revenge herself on Robert Day for having seen into that darkened wagon, with the stove-pipe sticking out when she had not, by sniffing doubtfully at every mysterious allusion to it. They did not mention the pigheaded man to Grandma Padgett, though both longed to know if such a specimen of natural history had ever come under her eyes.
They want to have all the good times and see all the great shows, and go slidin' in winter time, when girls have to stay in the house and knit, and then talk like they's grown up, and we's little babies!" Robert Day fixed his eyes on his aunt with superior compassion. "Grandma Padgett wouldn't want me to scare you," he observed. Corinne edged several inches closer to him.
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