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His party was breaking camp, but he would stay behind and help search for the children. "That I won't allow," said Grandma Padgett. "You're on a long road, and you don't want to risk separating from the colony. Besides no one can do more than we can unless it was Son Tip. As I laid awake, I wished in my heart Son Tip was here." "Can't you send him a lightnin' message?" said the Virginian.
"Oh," said Grandma Padgett. "What's that he's givin' out, marm?" inquired Zene. "It's a way he has," she explained. "He talks in verses. This is the pedler that stayed over in that old house with us, near by the Dutch landlord and the deep creek. Were you going to camp here all night?" she inquired of J. D. "We wanted him to," coaxed aunt Corinne, "my feet ached so bad.
Grandma Padgett decided that relationship must claim her for at least one meal. Bobaday and Corinne saw Zene pause at the arched gates of this modern castle, according to his morning's instructions. Corinne's. heart thumped apprehensively. It was a formidable thing to be going to cousin Padgett's. He lived in such overwhelming grandeur.
"They'll come right into this room so soon as that fellow tells them. Le's run out the back way, Ma Padgett!" Grandma Padgett, who had been giving the full strength of her spectacles to the failing light and her knitting, beheld this excitement with disapproval. "You'll have my needles out," she objected. "What pig-headed folks are after what? Robert, have you hurt Sissy?"
She turned upon her nephew, fierce with the recollection, and he laughed, saying he wished he'd some to fool somebody with now. "It bit my mouth so a whole crock of milk wouldn't help it, and if brother Tip'd been home, Ma Padgett wouldn't let you off so easy." "You wanted to taste it," said Robert. "And you'd eat the green persimmons if they'd puckered your mouth clear shut."
At noon no trace of Robert and Corinne had been seen. Grandma Padgett halted, and when Zene came up she said: "We'll eat a cold bite right here by the road, and then go on until sunset. If we don't find them, we'll turn back to town and take another direction." They ate a cold bite, brought ready packed from the Richmond tavern.
Whoever calls it monotonous has never watched its varying complexions or the visible breath of Indian summer which never departs from it at any season. "Mother came in from meeting one day," said Grandma Padgett, "and went into her bedroom and threw her shawl on the bed. She had company to dinner and was in a hurry. It was a fine silk shawl with fringe longer than my hand.
There was not lacking even that stale cupboard smell which is the spirit of hunger itself. The landlady was very fat and red and also melancholy. She began talking at once to Grandma Padgett about the loss of her children whom the funeral urns commemorated, and Grandma Padgett sympathized with her and tried to outdo her in sorrowful experiences.
And their shells are as sound." But there was compensation in two saplings which submitted to be rode as teeters part of the idle afternoon. Grandma Padgett had put away the tea things before Zene returned. He brought with him a wagon-maker from one of the villages on the 'pike.
I'm goin' to set out and hunt in all directions till I find the children." The Virginian agreed that her plan was best. He also made arrangements to ride back and tell her if the caravan overtook them on the 'pike during that day's journey. Then he and Grandma Padgett shook hands with each other and reluctantly separated. She made inquiries about all the other roads leading out of Richmond.
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