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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Well, that's a good plan, Zene, if you're sure we won't lose the way, or fall into any dif-fick-ulty." "I've asked nigh a dozen men, and they all tell the same tale," said Zene. "People ought to know the lay of the land in their own neighborhood," admitted Grandma Padgett. "Well, we'll try what virtue there is in the dirt road."
"J. D.'s got chicken all dressed to broil on the coals, and lots of good things to eat." "He wouldn't have any money the last time, and I can't have such doings again. I'm hungry, for I haven't enjoyed a meal since yesterday. Mister, see here," said Grandma Padgett, approaching the cart. J. D. moved backwards as she came as if pushed by an invisible pole carried in the brisk grandmother's hands.
Neither William Sebastian, the Quaker landlord, nor his wife, returning with the damson preserves in her hand not even Grandma Padgett and her family, looked at Fairy Carrie more anxiously than the lawyer. "Is this your mother, Sissy?" inquired Grandma Padgett. "No," replied the child; A blank, stupid expression replacing her excitement. "Yes. Mamma?"
"Oh, Chay-Te ist a goot feller!" said the Dutch landlord comfortably, untouched by any reflections on his own conduct. Grandma Padgett could not feel placid in her mind until the weeds and hill hid him from sight. Mr.
"How far you goin'?" inquired the hospitable mover. "Into Illinois," replied the head of the small caravan. "Your trip'll soon be done, then. Come on, now, and go to Californy, why don't you! That's the country to get rich in! You'll see sights the other side of the Mississippi!" "I'm too old for such undertakings," said Grandma Padgett, passing over the mover's exuberance with a smile.
"I don't want my hand pinched off, Bobaday Padgett!" whispered aunt Corinne, jerking away and thus breaking the circuit of comfort and protection which was supposed to flow from his jacket. "But listen," hissed Robert. "I don't want to listen," whispered aunt Corinne; "I want to go back to our camp-fire." "Nobody can hurt us," whispered her nephew, gathering boldness.
During the confusion which followed, and while Carrie was partially undressed, rubbed, dipped, and dosed between her set teeth, the stranger himself went out to the log steps and stood looking from one end of the street to the other. The dissipated young man appeared nowhere in the twilight. Returning, the lawyer found Grandma Padgett holding her patient wrapped in shawls.
When he discovered they were not in his train, he was in a narrow road and could not turn; so he tied the horses and walked back a piece. He got on a corn-field fence and shouted to them; but by that time there was no carriage anywhere in the landscape. "Such things won't do," said Grandma Padgett with some severity. "No, marm," responded Zene humbly.
Bobaday then thought it expedient for his aunt to take hold of his jacket behind and walk in his tracks, according to their life-long custom when going down cellar for apples after dark. Grandma Padgett was not a woman to pamper the fear of darkness in her family.
Corinne wailed, having considered it was time to begin crying. "I'm drownded, and my teeth knock together, I'm gettin' so cold!" They paused at the top of the hill, Corinne still lamenting. "I don't want to stop here," said Grandma Padgett, adding, "but I suppose we must." The house was large and weather-beaten; its gable-end turned toward the road.
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